Chapter 71: False Hope
"Yulia, open fire! Shoot those rioters down, don't let them in!"
Outside a Three-Story Building that had been fortified into a makeshift stronghold, Price shouted toward the front.
As his words fell, a Long-Barreled Gun poked out of the observation window ahead. Propelled by electromagnetic force, a continuous volley of Steel Nails shot forth, sinking into the bodies of the Refugees and causing their frenzied tide to falter.
Price then swiftly broke free from the constraints of the crowd. Despite his age, his weathered body scaled the wall—which stood over five meters high—with the agility of a nimble ape.
More than ten emaciated Refugees tried to climb up after him, but amid a spray of blood and Steel fragments, they plummeted onto their companions, tumbling back down to the ground under the force of gravity.
Watching the old man's figure vanish over the wall, the surrounding Refugees refrained from further drastic actions. Swarming forward like locusts, they dragged away the bodies of those who had been trampled or fatally struck by the Steel Nails, leaving the street in utter silence.
They had no intention of forcefully breaching this villa.
Or rather, breaking into this house to secure food was significantly harder than simply gnawing on the corpses scattered across the ground.
Crash—