Chapter 686 - 475: The Root of Disaster (Part 1)
The gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, the old lady pulled the trigger, pumped the action, and the shotgun shell was ejected from the chamber. As it still danced in the air, its companion joined in, and the dense volley of shots burrowed into the ranks of the Chaotic Believers.
She noticed the man in the blue uniform, and she noticed that he had shot his teammate. She noticed even more the youth that was hit, the poor boy who hadn’t managed to pull the trigger before collapsing from the Chaotic Believers’ gunfire, falling to the ground alongside the girl he had been shielding, both brought down by the bullets.
Those pitiable children who hadn’t been trained, who couldn’t even fire a gun, could not even protect themselves.
But the man in the trench coat drew his Revolver, aimed at the man in the blue uniform, and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the uniformed man’s chest, bringing him to the ground.
Wasn’t he with Chaos?
The old lady, who had almost pointed her gun at this man, furrowed her brow.
The mechanical motions of firing had reached the fifth round, and the Chaotic Believers, their flesh torn open, could no longer stand; they fell to the floor one by one.
Her husband put down the Firearm, "It’s over."
He walked towards those Chaotic Believers, while the old lady approached the middle-aged man in the blue uniform. He had been shot in the spine; he was struggling, but his Revolver had fallen far away. With a flick of her Shotgun, the old lady snapped out the folded Bayonette below.
"No! Don’t!" the middle-aged man screamed.
Seeing the purple aura around him, the old lady thrust the Bayonette into the gap between his skull and cervical spine, twisted it forcefully, and then withdrew it.