Crack! Crack!
Whizz!
Bullets flew back and forth. The group of police officers barely held the line; another assault began. This time the enemies pressed more harder.
The team leader crouched down, his eyes twitching to the whiplashes passing over his head. He lifted his body back up, fired a couple of rounds and ducked back in.
The harsh wind and sonic boom overhead raised his innate fears and survival instincts. But his rationality suppressed the feeling and ground himself to return fire.
The situation was getting more and more dire in this short period of time. Perhaps the opposition knew help was arriving soon?
Well, then, the moment could be both good news and bad news. Their support should soon be here but the enemies would only get more and more relentless.
When he tried to peek a view, the sight almost caused him to exclaim. He saw commanding figures among the gangs shooting at their own subordinates because they fell back.
