As the vehicles pulled away one by one, the roar of their engines gradually faded into the night.
The steel mill, which had been thick with terror only moments before, returned to a stillness so profound it felt as if nothing had ever happened. Within the facility, the blood on the floor had been wiped clean, and all traces of bullet holes on the walls and surfaces had vanished without a trace. A professional team had scrubbed away every sign of the struggle, leaving nothing behind.
The cars sped onto the outer ring road, parting ways at the junction where they had first converged, each racing toward the city center.
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