Inside the dark section of the building, the half-naked soldiers stood beside, shadows moved, jolting upward on the staircase, silencing their steps, and stopping at the seventh floor of the building.
Two of the figures moved to the closed tinted window and stared at the people moving hastily on the ground, grinning.
"I'm tired. When are we going to attack?" one of the figures said, slamming his fist on the window, which quickly cracked and sent part of the window falling.
A third eye moved toward the one at the shattered window, laughing. "Don't rush, that's how they'll behave when we strike. Let's give them a few days to the little life they have left,"
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Under the shades of the raised platform, Wang sat calmly at the front seat of the first truck, staring heavily at the boy who was being cared for by the four nurses and tapping his fingers on the dashboard.
