The rooftop was shrouded in a suffocating silence of death.
The residue of gunpowder in the air, mixed with dust and an indescribable scorched smell, irritated the nostrils.
Debris scattered among the rubble, and the splattered brains and blood silently recounted the chaos that had just ended.
Song Heping bent down and picked up the dusty observation mirror from the cold ground.
He pressed against the rough brick wall of the railing, cautiously extending the observation mirror.
In his view, about two hundred meters away, a three-story building stood abruptly surrounded by several low structures.
The building was mottled, most of its windows shattered, the dark holes resembling quiet eye sockets. The dense gunfire originated from there.
"The firefight is 200 meters away, that three-story building."
Song Heping's voice was deep and steady, as if stating an established fact. He didn't turn around, his gaze still locked on the target area through the lens.
