"Snap!"
The sudden gunshot shattered the night's silence, and the originally peaceful streets boiled over like a pot of water brought to a boil.
"Ratatat—!"
Orange tracer rounds weaved wildly through the night, and the continuous gunfire sounded like firecrackers exploding, catching the mutants in the park off guard.
But that was only at the beginning.
Those mutants seemed to be used to such sudden ambushes.
They dragged their fallen comrades behind cover, then picked up their weapons and roared as they launched a counterattack toward the direction of the gunshots.
Night Ten quickly glanced at the map, comparing it to the area from where the gunshots had come.
He could be sure.
There were none of his own there.
Almost at the same time as the gunfire exploded, a chaotic voice came through the communication channel.
"Shit, who's firing?!"
"Night Ten???"
Hearing his ID, Night Ten couldn't help but burst out.
"Did you fucking hear a railgun?"
These damn idiots!
