The rain had completely stopped.
The infection wave was gradually being contained within a manageable range as residents swept through it wave after wave.
The scent of blood mixed with the smell of damp earth filled the air.
When the wind blew, it carried a dense smell of gunpowder, giving the impression of being on a battlefield, making people cough harshly.
As for the uncontrollable areas, the fires of war continued to burn, showing no sign of stopping.
Boom, boom.
From time to time, rockets trailing flames flew over Zone B-7, landing in these areas.
Intense flashes of white light turned the night into day, buildings shattered directly, and the blast waves sent debris raining down like raindrops, followed by a long, hollow silence.
For the power holders in the Inner City.
If it's uncontrollable, then there's no need to control it.
People who can't even clean up their own living areas are just wasting resources in the Buffer Zone.
