Local Specialty

Gunfire rang out continuously along the long street.

The tank's treads crushed the wreckage beneath them as it thundered forward.

The Gokudō caught in the melee turned back in astonishment, unable to believe what they were seeing or comprehend what had happened.

When the gates of hell opened, would hordes of evil spirits return to the human world like this?

Clad in iron, gripping swords and blades, their horned heads were grotesque as they strode through pools of blood.

Spreading death.

Guards forged for war marched down the street, slowly raising their assault rifles, aiming at the targets before them, and pulling the triggers.

Then grenades were thrown from raised hands, tumbling through the air as their thunderous explosions scattered countless fragments.

Whether they wailed or roared, the slaughter squads advancing from every direction methodically moved forward, shooting every hybrid in sight.

They cruelly and precisely drove the fleeing people into the alleys. Then the formation split apart, and the enforcer's boots stepped over the wreckage as a flame flickered to life atop the flamethrower hanging from his hand.

He slowly raised it.

Blinding fire erupted.

Amid miserable shrieks, everything was swallowed whole.

Then the tanks and ranks continued onward, leaving nothing behind but ruins.

In the flames, the people rolling around and howling gradually stopped moving. Only the firelight continued to dance mockingly, crawling across the scorched earth...

The slaughter had begun.

And Huai Shi was already standing before a warehouse that had long been forgotten.

The address on the key was unexpectedly close, right beside Huai Shi Group territory.

The derelict factory had been abandoned for more than a decade. Wild grass grew everywhere in the empty yard, and who knew how much trash had been tossed in over the fence.

Sewage ran everywhere.

The wire fence in