The entire headquarters building was engulfed in flames, thick smoke billowing into the sky, a truly horrifying scene.

The building was mostly empty, with charred corpses everywhere. Some people managed to escape the headquarters, fleeing from the back courtyard.

Regiment Commander Yang personally led a team of more than five hundred soldiers in pursuit of these fleeing Huagong Hui (Chinese Workers' Association) cadres. Finally, they cornered a group of them, about a few dozen, in a small warehouse.

"Da da da!"

The enemy, armed with weapons, hid in the warehouse, using the doors and windows to fire at Regiment Commander Yang and his men.

The troops continued to advance, but two soldiers at the front were immediately shot down and lay in pools of blood.

"Damn it." A young company commander, seeing his men fall, cursed with red eyes, "Get the flamethrowers, and sweep the warehouse!"

A dozen soldiers in anti-riot suits, with boxes on their backs, stepped forward.

"Hold it." Regiment Commander Yang quickly waved his hand to stop them, then reassured them, "It's come to this. They have nowhere to go."

The soldiers stopped.

"Machine gunners, suppress them." Regiment Commander Yang ordered, and two machine gunners pulled the triggers, firing continuously.

"Ah!"

As the gunfire rang out, screams erupted from inside the warehouse.

"Stop!" Regiment Commander Yang raised a hand, calling off the attack, and shouted, "Are you still resisting? Are you stupid? We're all just people, what kind of death feud is this! Do you all want to die for Huo Dongsheng? Put down your guns, and everything will be alright!"

Hearing Regiment Commander Yang's words, the people inside the warehouse were still hesitant and did not act. However, no one continued to fire back.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Regiment Commander Yang raised his arm and fired three shots, "Get out here! Now!"

Finally, someone couldn't withstand the pressure, put down his gun, raised his hands, and walked out of the warehouse, trembling.

"Down! Get on the ground!" Regiment Commander Yang shouted.

The man obediently did as he was told, lying on the ground, afraid to move.

With one person taking the lead, everyone's psychological defenses gradually collapsed, and more people came out with their hands raised, lying on the ground.

Soon, everyone in the warehouse came out. The soldiers stepped forward to restrain them, and then sent people to check. Finally, they reported to Regiment Commander Yang, "Report, Huo Dongsheng and his family are not inside!"

Regiment Commander Yang stepped forward, pulled up one of the men, and asked, "Where's Huo Dongsheng?"

"Hundreds of Gustav's soldiers covered them and ran that way..." the man answered honestly.

"Fifth Company, leave a platoon to escort them off the battlefield. Everyone else, follow me." Regiment Commander Yang waved his hand and led the troops to continue the chase.

They continued to arrest people along the way, while continuing to inquire about Huo Dongsheng's whereabouts, and finally confirmed that they were hiding in a row of buildings nearby.

"Quick, push it over!" Regiment Commander Yang waved his hand, "Block them inside."

"Yes!"

...

Meanwhile, in a dilapidated building.

Huo Dongsheng and his executives, plus dozens of family members and dozens of soldiers, were hiding in this dark and damp building.

The surroundings were filled with the stench of decay and urine, an extremely pungent odor. The crowd was restless, and the cries of children could be heard from time to time.

Mrs. Huo was also pale and disheveled. Huo Dongsheng's daughter-in-law hugged her young granddaughter, cowering aside, constantly comforting the little girl in her arms.

Huo Dongsheng glanced out the window and saw hundreds of soldiers in green uniforms outside, already pushing forward.

"Chairman Huo, what should we do?"

"They've already found us!"

"…!"

The room was chaotic, filled with shouts and questions.

"Stop shouting!" Huo Dongsheng shouted back.

"Bang!"

Just then, a gunshot suddenly rang out in the building, startling everyone.

"Let go of my daughter!" his daughter-in-law cried out in a shrill voice. Huo Dongsheng quickly turned his head and saw a burly young man grabbing his granddaughter with one hand, while holding a gun in the other, pointing it at his granddaughter's head with a grim expression.

The young man kicked away the woman who was hugging his leg, then cursed at Huo Dongsheng with red eyes, "Just surrender!"

Huo Dongsheng was stunned, looking at the young cadre in front of him, whom he had promoted with his own hands, feeling a chill in his heart.

"If you don't surrender, we'll all die!" the young man continued to shout, "My wife and children are here too, do you want to drag us all down with you? Huh! You had to fight! Tell me, what do we do now?!"

The granddaughter was frightened and cried even harder.

Huo Dongsheng's hair was disheveled, he kept waving his hands, swallowing his saliva, "Calm down, let's talk this over, okay..."

The crowd was very chaotic, and someone else shouted at the young man, "Don't be naive! We're all key members, if Chairman Huo dies, do you think they'll let you go? Huh? Put down the gun!"

The outer Gustav forces were still resisting, but the Huagong Hui (Chinese Workers' Association) senior management inside the building was already in conflict.

...

On the dark streets, Gwen changed out of his military uniform, wearing ordinary worker's clothes, with black mud smeared on his face, and walked quickly and silently along the street with only two subordinates.

Just then, Gwen saw a large number of military vehicles and soldiers in green uniforms rushing towards the intersection ahead.

Gwen quickly stopped, looked around, then picked up his pistol and smashed the glass of a store with a bang, "Go, inside!"

The three of them stepped on the broken glass and went inside.

The store was small, the room was dark, with a few shelves outside and a door inside.

To avoid being discovered, Gwen opened the inside door and took his men inside.

"Let's go further in." Gwen didn't dare to relax, and walked further along the corridor.

After a while, the three of them leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

"This damn place!" Gwen couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "I swear, I'll never come to this kind of..."

"Snap!"

Before he could finish speaking, a flashlight suddenly lit up in the distance, shining on Gwen's face.

"Who?!"

Gwen was shocked and instinctively pulled out his pistol. Both of his men also took out their mobile phones and used the flashlight function to shine forward.

The three of them looked up and saw densely packed black people squatting in the small corridor, men and women, old and young...

They were all skin and bones, their clothes were ragged, and they didn't know how many days they had been hiding here, with an unpleasant smell emanating from their bodies. They were all residents of the south of Saint Paul, and were forcibly displaced as soon as the war began.

It was said that refugee camps were built in the city, but in reality, no one cared about these things once the guns started firing.

The two sides stared at each other for a while, and Gwen felt a little numb. He slowly raised his hands, swallowed, and said, "We are also refugees..."

"He has yellow hair!" A strong man stood up.

"He's from District One!"

"He's the one who brought the war!" A woman shouted from the ground.

Gwen shouted urgently, "I dyed my hair!! I'm not...!"

"...Kill them!!"

The black people could no longer sit still, and stood up with a roar, each with hatred and resentment in their eyes, pressing forward.

"Don't, don't come over..." Gwen felt a chill down his spine, raised his pistol, and threatened them.

"Kill them!!"

With a roar, the black people rushed forward like a tide, instantly engulfing Gwen and his men...