Charles carefully poked his head out the window, watching the Mobile Task Force members approaching in the distance.
The black-clad Special Task Force members were now less than a few dozen meters from the factory building where Charles was hiding. At most, they would start their search here in a minute.
Two Mobile Task Force squads had tacitly formed a large pincer formation, closing in to ensure no one could break through.
The two amalgamates were suspended high above, on top of the building, acting as reconnaissance drones. Any movement would be spotted by them.
"Anna, has Alice found anything? If not, we'll have to fight our way out!"
Charles quickly calculated the difference in strength between them and their slim chance of survival. He knew that in a situation like this, if it really came down to a breakout, acting first was always better than reacting. But if it really came to that, even with Anna's powerful backup, the Narwhal's crew would suffer heavy casualties.
