Specially Trained

Fortunately, the basement was big enough, so they were able to move freely as they fought. Actually, the killers were quite good at fighting. It was obvious that they had been specially trained. Under normal circumstances, they would have been formidable opponents. It was a pity that they were up against The Flame Army, who had once swept through the battlefield all on their own. Who could win against The Flame Army? Charlie looked at the chaos in front of him, and his little face, which was still covered with tears, was full of admiration. "Dad, t-they're so cool!" "Yes." Sawyer nodded. Although he didn't know who the group of people who rushed in to save him and his son was, he guessed that they must be working for the local supervisor. Sawyer sighed. "Charlie, with the help of the supervisors, we can finally be saved!" Upon hearing that, Charlie immediately retorted, "They aren't supervisors!" His youthful voice was full of certainty. "How do you know?" Sawyer asked in surprise. "Be