"Holy shit... Have those NPCs lost their minds?"0

Inside a half-collapsed residential building, standing in the open-top bathroom, Night Ten held binoculars in his hands. He stared dumbfounded at the street 300 meters away.0

It was currently 5:00 in the morning and the sun had not yet risen. However, the earth was already illuminated.0

He had just spotted a truck closely followed by about 50 marauders. The truck had steel plates welded on the sides, and 1 machine gun… No, to be precise, it should be 4 machine guns mounted on the top!0

Perhaps due to a shortage of 12mm heavy machine guns, the marauders of the Fang Clan also connected light machine guns in series, using wires, steel bars, and screws to link them in a row.0

This reminded Night Ten of the quadruple Maxim that he had seen in a movie. The similarity between the two was simply a case of ‘different tunes, same theme’.0

The only difference was that one was water-cooled, and the other was slightly advanced air-cooled.0

However, Night Ten's intuition told him that these marauders probably did not learn it from movies and television works, but from the anti-aircraft trucks of the Skeleton Corps.0

"Using 7mm machine guns as anti-aircraft weapons… What kind of genius came up with this idea?" Ample Time was...0