Before long...
The gunfire and shouting on the street had died away, leaving only the heavy thud, thud of the Giants' footsteps.
Judging by how they deliberately exposed their positions to draw the D-Class Personnel's attention, then used the alleys to break into shops and launch surprise attacks, the Giants possessed considerable intelligence and self-awareness.
At that moment...
Inside a sixth-floor apartment roughly sixty meters from the street;
"What a bunch of dumbasses. Like Atlas would ever hand out guns and ammo out of kindness. Instead of finding somewhere to hide, they wandered around in the street. Talk about asking to die."
The bald D-Class man from earlier had watched a Giant slaughter more than a dozen people in seconds. He muttered complaints under his breath, relieved that he had made the right choice.
But his relief was short-lived. He saw the Giant begin searching the bodies and retrieve a grenade. It deftly pulled the ring and safety pin, then took aim at his position and wound up to throw.
Whoosh!
Hurled with brute force, the grenade whistled through the air and flew straight into his apartment.
The bald man froze, then cursed with a smile, his expression otherwise unchanged. "Son of a bitch... heh!"
Boom!
A second later, the defensive grenade's explosion and flying fragments engulfed the bald man.
Leaving the now-riddled room behind...
The view returned to the facility's ceiling, looking down.
At the northern and southern ends of the Simulated Town, a Giant was conducting a sweep, eliminating every D-Class person and Mutant Doberman.
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Meanwhile...
Near the top of the wall on the facility's northern side was a slightly recessed area fitted with a one-way protective window.
Moving gradually closer to that window...
Closer...
Until, upon passing through it, voices could be heard;
"001 and