Ding, ding, ding.
The hard heels of military boots quickly struck each step of the metal staircases.
Yang Ming rapidly climbed the exterior of the main reactor tower of the chemical plant.
Before rushing out of the villa, he had already awakened Kolev, instructing him to hide in the underground structures of the plant to evade the likely ensuing live-fire attacks.
At this moment, it was already after work hours; the factory was shut down, and there was no significant chaos—only a dozen security guards on duty shouting aimlessly.
Yang Ming reached the highest point of the factory and gazed at the surrounding urban area.
His calm demeanor showed a slight disturbance.
The mega city, which should have been brilliantly lit, was mostly engulfed in darkness, leaving only the skyscrapers barely illuminated by the backup power systems.
They stood like lone lighthouses in a sea of darkness.
