The sound of clothes rubbing together was just outside the window.
Apparently other people also noticed this subtle difference. Everyone was no longer as distracted as before, holding weapons in their hands and looking out the window.
Dong Dong, Dong Dong... His heart beat violently in his chest, and the sound kept echoing and amplifying in his ears - his fingertips felt a little cold.
nervous.
He is very familiar with this emotion. Although he has participated in combat training, he also feels that his consciousness is no different from others, but this situation always occurs whenever he actually picks up a weapon.
Therefore, until now, his hands have never been stained with blood.
However, it seems that he is not the only one who is nervous now. The movements of his companions seem a little stiff, which makes his inner inferiority complex weaken a lot.
But, who could come here under such circumstances... Just when he discovered that something was strange, an unnatural shadow appeared by the window——
Spear point.
The friend closest to the window had a smile on his face.
"But that's it, it's exposed."
——His playful smile seemed to be saying this.
He tiptoed to the window, the wind slightly blowing his bangs.
He raised his weapon and was about to strike——
The window is closed.
Where did the wind come from just now?
His neck suddenly felt cold and he turned around quickly, before he could make any warning or reaction——
A strong flash of light instantly occupied his entire field of vision - as if it deliberately caught him at the moment when he turned back, a faint sound like a camera flash also sounded at this time -
What's this……?
However, a strong momentum passed through his abdomen, and he didn't feel the pain until the murder weapon had completely left him——
"--pistol……"
Before he could shout out the warning, another punch hit his chest. The breath in his lungs was completely blown away by this punch, and he fell to the ground, convulsing and gasping for air, unable to make a sound.
Without vision, what he can feel is limited...
The sound of footsteps seemed like they had finally come to their senses.
Faint flash - twice.
What hit him just now must have been a bullet, and as for why there was no sound, it was probably because of the muffler - now he could hear it clearly, like a sound from a pump.
It rang five times in total.
——Besides him, there are only five people in this room.
Everything returned to silence.
There was a slight sound of clothes again - was the enemy turning around to confirm?
"Clear."
——Is it a girl’s voice?
"We are safe here, don't worry - pay attention to your safety."
He...no, she, and her companions——!
It must be reported—
As soon as his hand reached for the communicator on his waist, the thick-soled shoes stepped on his hand, and the communicator was taken away without him being able to resist.
"...It seems you are still alive."
The pain from the flash still tortured his eyes.
But he ignored the pain and the embarrassed look on his face with tears, and forcefully opened his eyes——
She has long white hair tied back, an expressionless face, and a petite figure.
girl.
Tail and blue horns, Vaifan.
There were electric lights flashing on her horns.
"I'm sorry for causing you pain," she said.
"...Are you willing to surrender? If so..."
She didn't continue talking.
——He guessed that his eyes and expression must be ugly.
Probably the most ferocious expression in his life.
"You..." he said hoarsely.
Is this silence giving him time to say his last words?
"You...devil!"
"……I know."
Her tone was calm, as if she was used to it.
"I can tell by the look in your eyes - you have never killed anyone. Compared with you, I am indeed a devil."
"I... am for the light, the dawn of the infected——"
"The lieutenant will lead our compatriots to continue! Come on! Kill me!"
Hysterical yelling.
However, the sound could not penetrate the room. The girl seemed to have anticipated everything, and the strength of her feet suppressed her voice.
--devil.
"……Thanks a lot."
She raised her pistol--it was indeed a silencer.
However, this correct answer does not gain points.
"I'm very sorry."
The sound of gunshots comes to mind.
Razer's feet let go of the young man's body.
As if mourning for the dead in the room, she put away her pistol and stood still.
He turned around and left silently, never looking back.
Precisely because most of them are poor people.
——That’s why I hate fighting against infected people.