Vice Director Ruan, Ruan Hui's father.
The implication was self-evident.
As they spoke, an order was suddenly given from inside the command vehicle. Soon, several drones closed in on the factory, while two squads used the cover of darkness to creep forward.
But—
RATATATATATAT!!
Intense gunfire erupted again, tearing through the factory's windows and firing ports. It kicked up a chain of sparks on the concrete outside, driving back the approaching patrol officers.
In addition, the distinct cracks of several sniper rifles rang out, accurately striking the drones and sending them tumbling from the sky in bursts of fire and shrapnel.
"Something's not right!"
The development made everyone's expression turn grim. Inside the command vehicle, Yang Wangtao's eyes narrowed, sensing that something was wrong.
"That gunfire... it sounds like a third-generation 'Outlaw' machine gun and a Thunder Shock sniper rifle."
