SCRAPE!
Beneath the night sky, a cloud of dust and debris kicked up.
Two figures in tactical helmets charged toward the side wall of the factory, hastily slowing their steps as they neared it.
RAT-A-TAT-TAT!!
The sound of an assault rifle tore through the air from above, spraying fire indiscriminately.
Several figures providing cover fire on the concrete ground to the side scrambled for cover, their raised riot shields CLANGING as they were peppered with bullets.
Seizing the opportunity, Lu Chao and Yang Wangtao quickened their pace, hugging the concrete brick wall as they rounded it toward the back.
Perhaps sensing something, the gunman at the window seemed about to lean out to take a look.
But then,
BANG!
a Patrol Department officer below suddenly fired, aiming near the window.
A chunk of concrete exploded, startling the gunman, who quickly ducked back to the side.
"These sons of bitches from the Patrol Department actually dare to shoot back?"
