"If you still want to earn this money, stand here. If you don't want to watch, get back in the car!"
The sheriff, panting heavily, turned away and left, leaving the officers quiet as chickens standing there.
All they could hear was the screams of the chaotic crowd in the distance and the crackling sound of the raging fire.
And a strange sound of synchronized footsteps.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The sound wasn't loud but it carried weight, like metal clashing against the ground, and there were quite a few of them, gradually approaching the police.
The sheriff at the front line immediately received a warning from the helicopter above.
"Stephen, there's a squad heading towards you. Be careful, they're wearing heavy gear... and... and... it's quite strange."
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Heavy gear?
Sheriff Stephen didn't get it right away. How much heavy gear could there be in this place? And why are you stuttering?
What's strange?
Then he saw that peculiar heavy squad.
