"Trade?" Wang Huarong furrowed his brow, "What kind of trade? And who are these people exactly?"
His subordinate pondered briefly before answering, "These people say they possess firearms and wish to exchange them for some Source Crystals, or other unusual items. As for their origins, it seems they are from a certain Sanctuary."
The entire Fafa Commerce Square, apart from the entrance, was encircled by buildings. Utilizing this feature, once Wang Huarong blocked the entrance, the security of the Sanctuary was greatly enhanced.
After all, ordinary Demonized Beasts were far from capable of destroying buildings.
Following his subordinate's direction, Wang Huarong arrived at the top floor of a building. From this vantage point, he could clearly see a group not far away.
"They're all wearing uniform clothing, and every one of them is armed with a gun. It seems they really do have a lot of firearms. Perhaps, they've obtained a weapons cache from before the apocalypse?"
He narrowed his eyes and instructed those beside him.
Soon, his subordinate, holding a megaphone, approached the edge of the rooftop, "Where are the firearms you wish to sell? Show us your sincerity first."
Wang Huarong saw several people below, moving large wooden crates out of a truck's cargo bed.
The crates were swiftly opened to reveal brand-new firearms inside.
Most were pistols and rifles, but there were also machine guns—a type of weapon with immense destructive power.
"So many, and they even got their hands on machine guns..." Wang Huarong murmured, then turned his gaze back to the large truck, a sharp glint in his eyes.
If he could get his hands on this batch of firearms...
He beckoned to a subordinate nearby and whispered in his ear.
Below, Shay lit a cigarette and waited in silence.
Before long, a voice came from the top of a distant building, "Our boss agrees to the trade. Please enter through the gate of the Sanctuary."
The gate of the Fafa Sanctuary was a crude barrier made of wooden planks and iron bars, placed across the largest entrance to the commercial square.
At that moment, the gate, operated by some survivors, was slowly lifted.
However, both sides of the entrance were filled with obstacles, leaving only a narrow space for passage, just enough for the large truck to squeeze through.
"Everyone come in, hurry up. Otherwise, if Demonized Beasts attack, it'll be troublesome."
The survivors at the entrance urged.
Shay flicked away his cigarette butt, glanced at the distant rooftop, and revealed an unfathomable smile.
He waved his hand, signaling to his followers, "Let's go."
The group proceeded slowly and soon arrived at the gate of the Fafa Sanctuary.
Shay glanced over, shook off the cloak behind him, and walked in first.
Other Patrol Team members followed closely, looking around curiously as if the Sanctuary intrigued them.
Finally, it was time for the last truck to pass through. Due to the large size of the truck and the narrow breach, the passage appeared rather difficult, and the driver had to carefully maneuver the vehicle forward.
A loud shout came from above.
Survivors wielding guns emerged on the window ledges of the buildings flanking the exit.
The types of firearms varied, some were even homemade, back-alley versions with accuracy and reliability that were leagues behind the genuine articles.
But under these circumstances, members of the Patrol Team were walking through a narrow passage, while Fafa's combatants held the high ground.
Atop the rooftop, Wang Huarong revealed a smug look as he watched this team of outsiders fall into desperate straits.
"Foolish, simply foolish. What good is fancy equipment if you're not given the chance to use it? With no opportunity, the best equipment is just trash."
Originally, he had prepared several backup plans, but to his surprise, the first plan succeeded.
Indeed, these people were only lucky, having stumbled upon an equipment cache, which made them appear like elite Awakeners, but in reality, they were hardly worth mentioning.
Thinking about obtaining that haul of weapons and equipment soon, Wang Huarong felt an intense excitement.
The trusty subordinates by his side, with eyes shining brightly, quickly patted his back, "It's all thanks to Director Wang's wisdom. How could a mere group of Awakeners, from who knows where, ever turn the tide?"
Wang Huarong burst into hearty laughter.
Immediately after, a thunderous noise came from below, and his laughter grew even louder.
However, very soon, Wang Huarong was taken aback.
His subordinates, at most, were equipped with some firearms, and not many bullets. They couldn't possibly have caused such a huge commotion.
Below, as Shay's leather boots hit the ground, in the moment he heard "Let's go," his deep voice likewise carried through.
Figures holding guns appeared at the windows above, but Shay, unconcerned, had already grasped handfuls of iron sand and flung them upward with force.
Although he was a Musketeer, his strength was equally formidable. Under the force of his throw, the iron sand shot out like bullets.
Dense and numerous, like a rain of bullets, they covered the buildings on both sides.
The combatants poised to shoot gaped in astonishment, the quicker responders diving to the sides, attempting to take cover behind the walls.
The next moment, explosions rang out.
The seemingly insignificant iron sand, striking the buildings' windows and outer walls, exploded one after another.
Shay's explosive ability was related to the mass and material of objects. A single grain's blast might not be impactful, but with so many thrown, it was like thousands of firecrackers igniting at once, and the combined force was much greater.
Some slower responders were blown into a bloody mess, with their fates unknown, and even those who reacted promptly incurred serious injuries.
More critically, no one dared to show their heads again.
Even the Patrol Team members, who were already aware of Shay's capabilities, were somewhat surprised by this spectacle, befitting the reputation of Vice Captain Shay, the 'human walking Artillery.'
What followed was rage.
Though they were unjustly ambushed by the people from Fafa's Sanctuary, and despite being prepared, it didn't mean they weren't furious.
The Patrol Team members each took action.
Some darted to the front of the doorway, confronting the combatants, while others took advantage of their surroundings to leap through the windows of the adjacent buildings.
Peng Bo's punch sent someone in front of him spitting blood, ready to finish the foe off when his gaze flicked to the distance. On a far-off rooftop, a flash of white light disappeared.
"Watch out, there's a sniper!"
Peng Bo was taken aback and checked himself, finding no bullet holes. Glancing not far away, he saw Captain Shay, with his right hand raised, blocking his forehead.
At that moment, white smoke was slowly rising from his raised right palm.
Peng Bo's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
The next instant, a bullet slid out of Shay's palm and, with a clink, fell to the ground.