Kowloon West was a traditional industrial district, utterly different from the central business district. It was densely populated and teeming with all sorts of people.
In the past, before the Kaiju invasions began, it had been a major warehousing and transit hub. Surrounded by the sea on three sides, it had also once been a route frequented by smugglers.
But after Kaiju began constantly emerging from the depths of the Pacific Ocean, countless shipping routes were abandoned. The once-bustling Kowloon Docks had become utterly desolate. Flickering streetlights, crumbling roads, and abandoned warehouses made the place look like a Ghost Town at night.
The protective wall nearby had only had its foundations laid and construction had yet to begin, so the dark sea was clearly visible, leaving people on edge.
Although planes could be seen taking off and landing at the distant international airport, those blinking red lights were hardly comforting. They only made people sigh at how quickly the times had changed.
The group that had come to shop had clearly not expected such desolation. As for the homeless people living in shipping containers, they showed no goodwill toward these "intruders."
Being watched intently by countless eyes in the darkness was not a pleasant shopping experience. Even the general placed a hand over the holster hidden beneath his clothes, remaining alert at all times.
Still, nothing happened along the way. Before long, they spotted a warehouse with its lights on. Beside its huge rolling shutter door was a smaller door, next to which stood a cardboard sign bearing the words "Wilson Company" in brushstrokes that looked like a dog had scratched them out.
At the sight of it, everyone's hearts sank halfway.
Not only was the warehouse old and dilapidated, even the company sign looked like a fortune-teller's banner. A