The Golden Sparrow Lurks Behind
Cotton gauze soaked in machine oil did not smell pleasant when burning. The flames were not large, and it only gave off thick black smoke. However, there was plenty of abandoned machinery in the factory, while things that could be burned were limited. Who knew how long they would remain trapped here? They could only conserve their supplies as much as possible, mixing the easy-to-burn materials with the harder ones.
Fortunately, the snipers outside had not realized that the factory district's water-supply network was still usable, so they had not cut off the water. Although the group was trapped inside the abandoned factory, they had found a faucet that still gushed with tap water. The flow was not strong, but it was barely enough for everyone. At least they did not have to worry about running out of drinking water anytime soon.
If their water and food supplies had both been cut off, the members of the task force might not have lasted this long.
Deep inside the factory, the light was dim. Only faint rays filtered through the large holes where the ceiling had broken and collapsed. Snowflakes drifted through the openings, fluttering down in a flurry.
The sky outside was overcast. Even the light that filtered in was not bright, illuminating only a small area. Once night fell, the factory would be plunged into total darkness.
The factory had many windows. Although they had been nailed shut with boards, the boards could not stop bullets.
To be safe, they had no choice but to use the thick walls as cover and crawl back and forth the entire way.
When he returned to the group, task-force leader Mei Jiaping tossed half of Er Huang's body onto the ground and said weakly, "Hurry up. Skin