But things went south.

His words were interrupted by a sharp bang, the wall next to him splintering as a bullet tore through it.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM OUR LOOT, YOU FUCKIN’ THIEVES!" A gruff voice echoed down the road, a group of men emerging from the trees. All were armed and looking ready for blood.

"Shit!" Noah swore, grabbing one of the rifles and firing back at the attackers. Eunhwa ducked behind the crate, her eyes wild with fear.

Greg joined in the fight, picking up one of the shotguns and letting loose on the nearest attacker, who fell in a spray of blood. The air was filled with the acrid smell of gunsmoke and the deafening noise of gunfire.

The other men had taken cover behind a nearby car, laying down fire in rapid bursts. The bullets flew thick and fast, ricocheting off the asphalt and zinging through the air. Noah's adrenaline surged, his heartbeat pounding in his ears as he ducked and weaved, firing back.

The stalemate continued, both sides unable to get a clear shot on the other. The fight seemed endless, bullets tearing through walls and sparking off the pavement, when the distant roar of motorcycles suddenly filled the air, followed by the rumble of trucks.

"You're fucking dead now, assholes! Our backup is here!" One of the raiders laughed hysterically.

Eunhwa, hiding beside Noah, looked up at him, terror in her eyes. "Oh shit, we better get out of here, now!"

Noah's mind raced. If they ran now, they could only leave with the guns in their hands. But if they stayed, tried to reach the crate again... They might get caught by the raiders, and he shuddered to think of what they might do to them.