Bang!
As a piercing gunshot shattered the silence, the battle inside the radio station building officially began.
A squad of ten quickly stormed into the building and exchanged fire with the armed men holding it.
This brief firefight lasted less than five minutes before the ten-man squad that had rushed inside was blasted back out by exploding dust and deafening gunfire.
Not only that, more than half of the originally full squad had been killed or wounded, and two severely wounded soldiers were carried out on stretchers.
Looking at his retreating men and the wounded being dragged out, the centurion's face filled with disbelief before that expression quickly turned to rage.
"You worthless trash! Ten of you couldn't catch two people? What the fuck are you good for?!"
Facing his superior's abuse, the decurion who had retreated from the building looked terrified, but he still forced himself to explain.
"Not two people... just one. But that guy was too fast. He might be an Awakener..."
Hearing that, the centurion narrowed his eyes.
An Awakener...
It seemed they had really caught a big fish.
No longer making things difficult for his men, he took the communicator hanging from his shoulder and issued an order in a low voice.
"Second, third, and fourth squads, listen up. You're up."
A uniform reply came through the communications channel.
"Received!"
With the order given, three ten-man squads charged forward again with murderous intent.
Looking at the building so close at hand, the centurion's lips curled into a savage grin.
Ten men couldn't get in?
Then send thirty!
He refused to believe they couldn't crush this grasshopper!
Meanwhile, Taran, hiding inside the building, calmly replaced the magazine in a scavenged assault rifle.
To be fair, these Velanders had decent equipment—exoskeletons and body armor. If not for