Bang! Bang! Bang!
It was gunfire! The distinct controlled burst of rifles.
Claire frowned in confusion.
Their shelter had plenty of revolvers, but rifles were scarce.
Unlike the revolvers supplied by Kai through his Talent, the rifles they possessed had been stolen directly from mechanized soldiers.
Ammunition for them was even rarer. After all, high‑caliber rounds were difficult to replace.
That meant one thing… if the defenders were using rifles, the threat outside wasn't just Hounds or Sentinels. It had to be something stronger, something dangerous enough to justify spending their limited rifle ammunition.
She suddenly felt nervous as she tossed the perfume aside. She then snatched up her own rifle and sprinted toward the command post.
The corridors were already becoming chaotic…
Survivors were shouting, boots pounding against the floor, weapons being readied as everyone scrambled to defensive positions.
'Good… Ralph and Farrah are taking control…'
