Under the coercion of Takano Yoshiko, the first floor was evacuated in no time, with people tumbling and crying as they ran farther and farther away.
The civilian employees of the military contractor were mostly non-combatant; the sound of a gunshot could very well make them wet themselves on the spot.
Chen Fei turned around, pulled a machine gun out of the armored infantry vehicle with a long ammunition belt attached, draped four belts around himself, and then slung a bag of tear gas over his shoulder before heading directly toward the elevator.
This fifteen-story building, cleared from top to bottom with gunfire, was an unfailingly effective way to ensure not a single person was missed.
Of course, killing was not counted.
Gods don't save those who court death; when there was a chance to escape from the brink, they still insisted on staying. If they ended up buried in the ruins, they could only blame their own bad luck.
