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However, since there was no way to escape anywhere else, there weren’t any opposing voices, and the evacuation was done quickly.
Still, 10 survivors voluntarily stayed behind, picking up their only iron-barreled rifles and shotguns, ready to fight alongside them.
However, Sideline Slacking didn't expect much from their combat effectiveness. After all, in terms of equipment, abilities, and psychological quality, they were far inferior to those cunning hungry wolves outside.
In the shortest possible language, Sideline Slacking asked the guard NPC to take them to the second line of defense lest they would cause trouble to players when they didn't understand his command.
All the deployments were completed quickly, and the footsteps and loud shouts outside were getting closer.
Pulling the pin of the smoke grenade, Sideline Slacking and other players threw the smoke grenade into the open space of the factory building.
The factory building was soon filled with smoke.
Almost at the same time, marauders with rifles rushed in.
Sideline Slacking let out a roar, threw out a lit Molotov Cocktail, grabbed the assault rifle hanging from his chest, and shot out of cover.
"Die motherfucker!"
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Outside the factory building...
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