Chapitre 436: Dresser

In the dimly lit warehouse, the tension hung heavy in the air like a suffocating fog. The stench of danger surrounded us as we crouched behind crates, desperately trying to avoid the barrage of bullets that whizzed past, tearing through everything in their path. It was a chaotic scene, a deadly dance of life and death, and in that moment, I knew we were fighting for our lives.

"Down!" I shouted, my voice barely audible over the deafening roar of gunfire. We hit the cold, hard floor, our bodies pressed against it as if it were our last sanctuary. The world outside had turned into a warzone, and we were caught in the crossfire.

The men in those enigmatic suits, the ones we had come to confront, showed no fear. They stood tall amidst the hail of bullets, their stoic expressions betraying nothing. It was as if they were immune to the destructive power of the projectiles that filled the room.