Chapitre 387: Exchanging Fire

The soldiers, under Wilmot's command, moved toward the residential area to regain control and ensure the safety of the city's inhabitants.

As the soldiers entered the residential neighbourhoods, they were met with an eerie silence that hung heavy in the air.

Doors and windows of the buildings lining the streets were tightly closed and shuttered.

It was as if the entire area had been sealed off from the outside world.

The absence of normal daily sounds—no laughter of children playing, no chatter among neighbours, and no hum of activity gives the soldiers a sense of foreboding. 

"This is giving me the creeps," one soldier muttered, his voice barely above a breath.

"Yeah, it's like a ghost town," another responded, scanning the desolate streets.

The soldiers advanced cautiously, their footsteps breaking the unnerving quiet that had settled over the area.