"Open fire freely, take them all out, leave no one alive!"
"Attack! Attack! Attack!"
"You call yourself the Night Wanderer? You dare engage in human trafficking?"
"Die like the human trafficker you are!"
"Where's the BOSS? Where's the BOSS?"
Rocket-propelled grenades were launched recklessly, as if they cost nothing, bombarding the surroundings wildly. In a matter of minutes, the players depleted their remaining inventory of over twenty rounds.
Explosions roared, flames burned, and steel warriors charged into the inferno, but they weren't there to put out the fire.
The heavily armored troopers had discarded their shields, grabbed machine guns, and stormed in, firing at anything in sight, not even bothering to aim.
Wildman frantically pulled the trigger of his weapon until the ammo box on his back was emptied, the machine gun clicking empty.
The Night Wanderer, suppressed behind cover, thought it was finally time for his counterattack. He emerged with a hysterical grin.
