After hearing such a sound, I chose to retreat without any hesitation and ran towards the hotel.
The help of strangers bought me precious time. After discovering my escape, the mutant two-headed tiger did not choose to dodge bullets but directly pursued me. However, the door of the hotel only opened one door for two people to walk in side by side.
Due to the location, the huge mutant two-headed tiger cannot squeeze in at all. It will still try to hit the door. However, it is countless times harder than the cement floor and the super bulletproof glass and steel of the star-rated hotel will keep it out.
After putting his paws in from outside the door many times but still unable to reach me, he finally gave up and stared at me fiercely, then slowly turned his head and left.
Although it's not a close call, the tension of successfully escaping from a deadly battle is not bad.
I came to the place where I remember the stranger who helped me was, on the third floor of the hotel.
"Who are you and why do you come to a place like this?"
A blond woman with blue eyes was sitting on the floor in the corridor, leaning against the wall under the window. She half-raised her head and looked ahead. The rifle that once sprayed flames so fiercely against the mutant two-headed tiger was quietly leaning against her
Next to it, there is a bottle of whiskey.
Sure enough, I was right. The person who helped me was the woman in front of me, but who was she?
"I am Explorer Flying Squirrel, here to perform a mission. Who are you, a survivor?"
Let me first introduce myself to spy on the intelligence.
"Are you an explorer? Ha, no wonder you have such skill and courage. You are worthy of being the explorer in the rumors. It's true."
"You know the Explorer?"
"Know that the mysterious and powerful super-conventional organization specializes in dealing with events that cannot be directly handled by the military and the country and abnormal events that cannot be solved by conventional military forces. It explores dangerous and unknown areas around the world. Its scope of activities covers the entire earth. Individual strength
Tough, especially the top 100 members, possess incredible power. This has almost become an after-dinner chat among many people in the military."
The blond woman put one hand on her bent knee and placed the other hand beside her other leg lying flat, showing a nostalgic smile.
Having said that, do you actually know more than me? As a member, I barely know much about the organization. It’s really shameful.
"you're a soldier?"
From what she said, she mentioned the words "in the army".
"It should be said that I was once, but now I am just an ordinary female drunkard. Speaking of which, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Ona, Ona William."
After speaking, the blond woman Ona coolly picked up the bottle of whiskey on the ground, unscrewed the cap, and started drinking. She was so heroic that she didn't even care about the drink spilling from her mouth and sliding down her neck.
, the throat is rolling up and down, as if you can see big mouthfuls of wine constantly passing there.
Only now did I understand what had been causing the sense of dissonance from just now. The left hand holding the wine bottle, up to the elbow, turned out to be a completely mechanical arm. The mechanical metal color and texture were the same as the flesh color above the elbow.
A sharp contrast to the skin.
Is it a prosthetic limb?
Wait a minute, she said her name is Ona and she was once a soldier. Why does this setting look so familiar...
[But actually, I wasn't the only one here. There was also a retired female soldier named Ona. But not long ago, one day she suddenly said that she was going to activate some anti-jamming device and was alone.
I ran away and haven't come back until now. I'm afraid I've... Oh, what a pity. She has such a pretty face and a sexy figure.]
ah.
Renault's words at that time suddenly came to mind.
No way……
But if you look closely, you can see the sassy short golden hair, blue pupils, sharp eyes, a beautiful face with a bit of resoluteness, slender eyebrows, a tall and beautiful nose bridge, and plump red lips. Rather than simply being beautiful,
I prefer to describe her as a sexy and handsome woman.
Especially the plump breasts that a thin sleeveless shirt and sweater can't cover up, the smooth and slender waist, the round and plump buttocks, and the sexy and hot figure just as Uncle Reno described.
But what's more important now is that the woman who has been missing for a long time from Uncle Renault is still alive!
"Ha——, this whiskey is very strong. Hey, let me tell you, where does an explorer like you rank in the organization?"
Ona took off the bottle and took a long breath. The smell of alcohol could be clearly smelled even here.
"It's not convenient to disclose."
"Hey~~, is it possible that the ranking is actually very low?"
"Don't make random guesses. What are you doing here other than this?"
This guy, Uncle Renault told me that she ventured out to activate the anti-jamming device of the military broadcast tower. She hadn't heard from her for so long, but I didn't expect that I would find her in this hotel.
"What are you doing? As you can see, I am trapped in this hotel now."
Ona smiled naturally and continued,
"The monster you dealt with just now, you wouldn't think it just left here. It has memorized our scent and is just lingering nearby. As long as any of us dares to step out of this hotel, it will immediately
If you know it, then attack again."
Okay, so it turns out that we are trapped very close to the target, whether it is me or her.
"Fortunately, this hotel has enough food, so I won't be hungry for the time being, and there is also a lot of delicious wine. To be honest, I don't want to leave here."
Ona held the wine bottle and laughed.
"Why do you want to go deep here instead of evacuating?"
It's understandable that Uncle Renault doesn't want to leave behind the legacy left by his ancestors, but what about Ona?
"...So what if I evacuate? I know nothing in this life except fighting. The only place that needs me is the army, and now that place no longer needs me because I gave up my skills during a mission.
I suffered a bone injury and lost my left arm, so I embarked on a road of exile called 'retirement'. I have nowhere to go."
Ona's expression showed a hint of despair and loneliness. She looked at her mechanical left arm and smiled self-deprecatingly.
Is he another person with nowhere to go? But is it the person who is exiled by society or the person who chooses to exile himself?
"Everyone is trapped here now. I can't kill such a monster just by relying on my few remaining bullets and the power of this gun. Why, Mr. Explorer, do you think there is a chance of winning?"
Ona stuck out her tongue and licked the traces of wine on her lips seductively and said.
The odds of winning are not non-existent. I should say they are higher than before. I am no longer the same person as before.