The factory shrouded in darkness was like a sleeping giant, quietly waiting for intruders.
Stepping inside, the workshop was vast and deathly silent, sending a chill up one's spine.
Looking up, crisscrossing pipes hung high overhead, like a cold steel net.
Gazing downward, amidst the abandoned machinery on the ground, several corpses lay conspicuously.
Their twisted limbs and terrified faces silently told of the fierce battle fought here not long ago.
Pools of blood appeared a strange dark red in the dim, almost extinguished light.
The wind whistled through broken doors and windows, faintly echoing with mournful creaks.
A group of armed combat personnel surrounded silently like a tide of black.
They wore all-black combat suits and advanced tactical masks, with only their eyes exuding a chilling coldness.
The leading captain issued silent commands with hand gestures, and the team members swiftly spread out in a fan shape, moving uniformly, well-trained.
