Chapter 318: This Game Company's Business is Too Extensive!

"Fuck... Have these bastards gone mad?"

In a half-collapsed residential building.

Standing in an open-top bathroom missing its ceiling, Night Ten, holding binoculars, gaped in disbelief at the street three hundred meters away.

It was five in the morning, the sun had not yet risen, but there was already a hint of light in the sky.

He saw about fifty Looters huddled close to a truck welded with steel plates, on top of which was mounted—not one but exactly four machine guns!

It seemed that the 12mm heavy machine guns weren't enough, so the Looters from the Ya Clan had strung together lighter machine guns as well, using wire, steel rods, and screws.

This reminded Night Ten of the quad-mounted Maxims he had once seen in the movies; the two seemed eerily similar in design.

The only difference was one used water cooling, the other a slightly more advanced air cooling.