As night fell, Mogadishu was shrouded in darkness. Nighttime was quiet and dangerous. In the most dangerous city in the world, dark nights were dangerous. There would be no peace.
There were no pedestrians on the street. Gunshots came from somewhere. K7 and the rest, who were resting, immediately jumped up and rushed to the window that had a panoramic view of the street. They looked in the direction of the gunshots.
In the southeast corner, the light from the guns and the flames from the ruins lit up a corner of the city.
"It's not where they went." G3 retracted his gaze calmly. Since that was the case, there was nothing to worry about.
The other three comrades retracted their gazes and closed the curtains at the same time. There was nothing to worry about.
The five of them returned to their original positions to rest and guard.
