112 Yang Pei

On the third floor of a build, a group of more than fifteen people was gathered in silence. Some of them were simply sitting down, others were leaning against the wall, and two of them were crouched by the window with binoculars looking off into the distance.

What was most surprising was that although the group clearly had no special training, there were five of them carrying Type 54 pistols with fifteen rounds of ammunition each. 

As for the rest, some had bats, steel pipes, watermelon cutting knives, machetes, and other melee weapons.

"It's been almost fifteen minutes but those guys who went in haven't come out." A bearded, burly man pointed out without taking his eyes off the group of survivors working.