Sweden.
Stockholm.
Factory building.
Five seconds later.
Attack stopped.
"Stopped."
Everyone sighed in relief.
They are not those who face death fearlessly, not the kind who charge with abandon on the battlefield. They are also afraid; that caliber of weapons is a life harvester, getting hit leaves no whole corpse.
Now.
One becomes three.
Of course.
Also can crawl forward.
However.
From the attack just now, it appears the enemy does not intend to completely eliminate them.
Left a glimmer of hope.
Flat shot, the purpose is clear—warning, don't act rashly, otherwise, flat shot becomes downward shot, it's not about whether to charge or not, but whether to escape quickly or slowly.
This point.
Someone immediately verifies.
At this moment.
A black man looked at the nearby cement stone block and crawled quickly.
After arriving.
Sits up.
