The north wind howls, yellow sand fills the sky.
Snatan Town.
After experiencing car bomb explosions, gunfight baptism, and missile bombardments, the building walls along the road have long become riddled with holes, and the ground is a mess.
Late dusk, a white high-rise building.
Mixed among the ruins are many burnt corpse fragments, engineering plastic casings, and circuit boards.
Suddenly, from the gap between the cement slabs at the wall base, a hand wearing a flame-retardant tactical glove reached out, grabbed the edge, and pushed it open forcefully.
"Crash!"
The slab fell, and a small figure struggled to rise from the dust.
Judging by the eyelashes, it was a dirty woman, wearing a camouflaged tactical scarf, her forehead stained red with blood, cloaked in a sand-colored cape, holding a sand-colored military-styled AXMC high-precision sniper rifle.
Just as she was checking her injuries.
