Unfortunately, if only it were just an if.
"Go and take down all the guns!"
The manager ordered, instructing the middle-level staff of the park, planning to make a stand against the unknown enemies outside.
There were around one or two hundred people in the park, and although the stock in the armory couldn't arm everyone, they had a chance if they fought.
If they remained scattered like sand, their only path was death!
Several middle-level staff hurriedly rushed to grab the weapons.
But just as they set foot on the steps, baseball-like objects came flying in through the factory gate one after another.
"Mr. Wei, be careful!"
Big D was quite loyal, but inevitably a bit overdramatic. Even if they were hand grenades, given their elevated position and the distance, they likely wouldn't be affected.
Moreover.
They were not hand grenades.
They were.
Flashbangs!
The successive explosions did not scatter lethal shrapnel, only unleashed blinding light beyond human endurance.
