Outer City Area.
Bullets weaved a giant net, reaping the lives of the White Wolf Gang members.
Under the formidable firepower, flesh was as fragile as tofu, with the entire alley littered with shredded limbs.
A gang member, his thigh shot off, used his arms to crawl forward. The loss of blood and excruciating pain caused each of his movements to be accompanied by anguished screams, "Boss, save me, Boss."
His voice was filled with a desperate desire to live.
But, obviously, it had no effect.
'Gal' and a few others were hiding in a yard on the side, listening to the continuous gunshots from the rear.
They didn't even dare to peek their heads out.
Ignoring their suffering members outside.
"Damn it! Where did they get these tools from? They are ruthless!" Gal swore through gritted teeth.
At the same time, he started regretting involving himself in the Inner City Area strife.
Why did he have to meddle in these murky waters.
