Inside the abandoned factory, the man with the square face was both terrified and furious. The enemy’s firepower was simply too intense. Beyond the sudden, lethal precision of a sniper, the attackers had somehow brought out high-powered submachine guns.
"Rat-tat-tat..."
The distinctive roar of submachine gunfire echoed through the factory. Immediately, the screams of his men began to rise in an endless chorus. As the submachine gun fire faltered, the sniper’s rifle would chime in with another deadly shot. In less than two minutes, more than twenty of the thirty-plus elite subordinates Tsukamoto Eiji had brought were dead. The remaining ten or so had been quick enough to find cover, narrowly escaping death.
Chapter 183