From nine to ten, a full hour passed, yet the battle situation had not advanced in the slightest.
The surrounded enemies were setting fires everywhere. Thick smoke billowed around the entire stretch of Sama Street. The snipers deployed by the police had fired several times, but visibility was too poor, and none of their shots hit the targets.
A police officer piloted a drone deep into Sama Street, attempting to negotiate with the enemies remotely. But the enemies' response was exceptionally decisive: they used professional Anti-Drone Guns to shoot down every police drone, showing no intention of negotiating.
Song He was very confused. Normally, the enemies would either launch a fierce attack to break out or call for negotiations. But what did it mean to hold their position for an entire hour without coming out? What use was there in stalling for time? Did they really think they could hold out forever?
After thinking it over, he came up with several possible explanations.
The enemies were urgently destroying intelligence documents inside the stronghold. Some of the documents were extremely important; even if it cost them their lives, they had to burn them.
They were waiting for reinforcements to help them break out together.
They were drawing the police's attention and buying time for other allied forces to withdraw.
They were waiting for diplomatic mediation. Perhaps international pressure would be brought to bear on the local authorities.
There was another escape route, such as a tunnel dug in an emergency.
The enemies might all be suicide troops with no intention of getting out alive, prepared to fight the military and police to the bitter end.
The more he thought about it, the more possibilities came to mind. Song He stopped thinking about it. He did have the ability to command intelligent