The truck chassis was high enough that even if the tires were blown out, hiding completely underneath it wasn't a problem for anyone. Monk took cover flawlessly, and bullets from both sides couldn't penetrate their shelter. He angrily clenched his fists as he watched the roaring machine guns in the distance, his face an iron blue. If it weren't for that machine gun, everyone would have already broken out of the encirclement. Hearing a noise, Monk turned his head to see Scholar, who was deftly rolling towards him.