Chapter 912: A syndicate full of hostages
"Ah, shit..." someone in the back, breathed out as his heart raced. They felt like they were under a spell, paralyzing them on the spot, eyes wide on the woman. All they could do was watch her lift the sword, spinning it to change how she held it, and then throw it in their direction.
They saw it coming. They saw everything in slow motion, yet none of them did anything to stop her. The next thing they knew, another of their comrade was on the ground with the sword plunged right into his throat.
The body landed on his back with a violent thud, looking at it with deep horror in their eyes. They held their breaths on instinct, knees wobbling, their subconscious mind screaming at them to run.
This was insane.
"Hey," the woman’s soft voice snapped them back to the current lapse. "Eyes here."
The first man in the group instinctively looked back at her. Much to his dismay, the woman was almost standing in front of him. He barely reacted at their close distance when she suddenly grabbed the rifle in his hands, pointing it under his chin and pulling the trigger unhesitatingly while he still held on to it.
And that was the signal the men tried to fight back. However, if she was in a distance earlier and they failed to kill her, this close distance proved their chances were at an all-time low. In a matter of minutes, a round of gunfire continuously echoed across the hallway until there was silence with only one person standing.
Heaven gazed down at the bloody scene on the floor, shifting her eyes to the end of the hallway. Some of them tried to run away when they realized there was no chance for them. But alas, they already dropped to the floor before they could even go further.
"They used to be so fearless," she murmured with a sigh, shaking her head mildly. "But I guess Dragon was to blame for their change in demeanor."