On the southern outskirts of Brocade River City.
An inconspicuous factory building sat in a deserted urban area.
Vast concrete yards were piled with cargo boxes abandoned for who knows how many years, while a few tufts of wild grass swayed in front of the rusted iron gate.
Several green heads were hidden in the shadows of the factory windows, vigilantly watching over the nearby streets.
This was a transshipment depot where the Torch Church funneled weapons and ammunition to the Qi Tribe.
Although it was a good ten kilometers away from the front lines, logistics personnel could easily transport weapons to the soldiers at the front through the sprawling subway network.
The towering high-rises blocked out the relentless gunfire; only the occasional loud blasts reminded Jia En that war had burned its way to his very nostrils.
