Smoke and flames quickly spread, and the wreckage of the Osprey Helicopter still hung outside the building. Falling glass from high above turned some passing pedestrians into collateral damage.
Screams, running, the entire street was enveloped in chaos and panic, with people venting their fear through shouts, even forgetting to attend to the injured passersby.
At this time, only those whose injuries weren't that severe would take out their phones to call an ambulance, report the address, and then start a live broadcast.
This burst of traffic, he was risking his life to ride it.
At the back of the building, the barriers of the underground parking lot were smashed by an SUV, and the security guard at the kiosk ran out trying to stop it.
Whiz.
The silencer made a soft sound as the guard was shot in the forehead and fell to the ground.
"A monthly salary of two hundred thousand Yen, why work so hard."
