Inside the shipyard, the second team grew tense.
Hu Yangtian was also holding binoculars, looking outside, suddenly breaking out in a cold sweat.
He noticed that besides the few who came in first, there were another dozen or so who followed.
"There are more people coming than we imagined," Hu Yangtian said nervously.
"Hold on for a while, the support from the first team will be here soon."
They still had 16 capable combat strength left, besides fighting, they also needed to take care of the wounded.
As for how many were outside, it was unclear, and Qiu Yuluo wasn't sure how long he could hold on.
If fate didn't favor them, their future would be lying in the cemetery.
"Take advantageous positions, don't shoot unless necessary, and don't expose our location."
"Understood."
The second team retreated into the factory one after another.
They guarded various entrances, and at this moment, footsteps sounded from the factory's entrance.
