The piercing siren was like a rusty saw, pulling back and forth on the tattered dome of District 7, making people's brains hurt.
The red light flashed dizzyingly, the corridor was full of chaotic footsteps, and there was the smell of engine oil mixed with rancidity that never dissipated.
"Ji Beikong! You turtle man, why are you still dawdling! Alien beasts are about to rush in!
