"The situation is not good…" Xander muttered while hiding behind the truck door. The special heavy truck's doors were strong enough to block the normal bullets flying around.
In this situation, not even he dared to charge in and start a killing spree. He could sense it if there were people aiming at him but if it was a stray bullet, he could not sense it whatsoever. In that case, he would not even know how he died.
Without anyone noticing, two black shadows flashed by and quickly dived into the back of a truck in the middle of the line.
Inside the dark truck was two slender figures.
"Is it here?"
"There is no mistake. Let's see what kind of secret the Combat Club is protecting that these people would chase after them so tirelessly," a man chuckled and reached his hand out to touch the box with a hole.
At the instance when he touched the box.
Boom!!!!!
A horrifying presence burst out from the box.