However.
Within the smoke, many gazes quietly converged, turning to look toward the two figures receiving cover fire.
Every one of them wore a look of admiration, and even a hint of hope.
...
RATATATATATA!!
Inside the factory, a machine gun spat fire as gleaming yellow shell casings ejected one after another, clattering to the ground.
A brutish, muscular man wearing only a black tank top stood on a steel platform several meters high near the main entrance wall, steadying the machine gun and continuously pulling the trigger.
The high-density volley made the gun's barrel scorching hot. Wisps of white smoke drifted up from the muzzle, only to be swallowed by the flying muzzle flash and disappear without a trace.
On the other side,
