A City in Need of Rescue, Rescue, Rescue-Thanks to All Book Friends for Your Support 1112

]The peaceful little city.

Actually, compared to the word "city," Ryan would rather call it a town, or perhaps a village.

There were no multi-story or dozen-story high-rises like those in the Federation. The buildings were all low and shabby, and even the few larger ones looked dilapidated.

Four hours had passed since they entered the area.

In those four hours, there had been no resistance—or rather, no opposition at all. Even now, the entire team had not fired a single shot.

This was beyond their expectations. They had believed that the local warlord would rise up and fight back against these Blackstone Security personnel, who had invaded the city under Sanchez's name.

They would establish defensive fortifications in the city's complicated streets, making everyone waste time on a slow advance.

Just as they had learned from the Sea-Land Assault Team, urban warfare advanced extremely slowly. Every building and every floor had to be searched carefully. Only after the area was completely confirmed safe could they advance another step.

This process was often accompanied by terrifying exchanges of fire and heavy casualties. Everyone had taken that into consideration.

But until now, no one had fired a single shot.

It was as if the local warlord did not exist at all. They had allowed Sanchez's men to drive their battered trucks into the city, and they were now less than two kilometers from City Hall.

Along the way, they had repeatedly searched the nearby houses and crowds, but they had found nothing. They had not even seen a single enemy! At that moment, Ryan emerged from a house by the roadside and casually said, "Could they have already run away?"

He had a blade of grass between his teeth and looked completely relaxed.

His companion was surprised, but looked somewhat relieved