The black night, the dark camp, gunfire everywhere, raucous chaos. There were frequent, piercing screams and loud shouting as people tried to organize a coordinated counterattack, but the noise and explosions quickly overwhelmed them. Rooms burst into flames, illuminating the surroundings and bringing light but causing even greater panic. Suddenly, a small car with its headlights on dazzled many people, making it hard for them to see. Then, a machine gun roared to life, its ferocious bullets mowing down rows of people.
The car charged forward at high speed, the dense machine-gun fire clearing the way, with nobody daring to come near. A dozen or so people were following the car, one of them constantly directing those around him to create chaos, shooting at those nearby, and another carrying a sturdy middle-aged man who was unconscious—Luo Zheng.
