Chapter 32: Warehouse 7 Raiders (End)
Phoebe hadn't recovered from the shock yet, only feeling a light holster on her waist.
The shadow owl's figure seemed to flash past her, but it was fast enough to be like a hallucination.
The next moment, ghostly beams of light weaved through the space around Phyllis, and she retreated almost reflexively, sending a burning pain from her wings covered in optical camouflage.
"At least be prepared to be killed before you kill someone, right?" Shadowlord holds Phoebe's twin guns in his hands, and the cold voice is mixed in the beams of continuous fire, coming from the night.
The beam pierced through the wings, and Phyllis struggled to float, blood dripping down his injured wing bones to the ground.
It was the first time she had felt death so imminent after her winged humanization...... Bewildered, shocked, frightened...... The intertwined feelings mingled in Phyllis's mind as a pure retreat.
- If you don't run, you'll be killed!
Like a hare running on the plains, it instinctively feels the fear of being attacked by a wolf.
- But I'm the one who is the wingman! Both physical strength and speed are above the original people! Why can't I understand his movements, why can the gun in his hand hit me!?
Phyllis endured the sharp pain from his wing bones and struggled to fly high into the air, while raising his rifle in his hand - now is not the time to think about whether to save bullets, if I don't kill him now, I will die next!
The reticle of the riflescope struggled to follow the Shadowbolt's movementsβthe black figure moved frighteningly fast on the ground. Phyllis almost desperately didn't miss his tracks, and the moment the Shadow Owl suddenly stopped, the red dot of the front sight finally landed on his heart.
- I won!
Phyllis was ecstatic and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
However, the next moment, with a clear "snort", the bullet stuck in the deformed muzzle. The overheated body could not withstand the thrust and exploded from the barrel, and the scattered metal fragments mercilessly embedded in Phyllis's snow-white arms.
"Ahh Her gaze swept downwards over where the Shadowlord stood, and at the same time, a silver light flew towards her. Phyllis panicked and flickered her wings to the side, but the injured wing's strength was limited, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't dodge the trajectory of the second throwing knife - the silver light flashed in her left eye, and the next second, the pain in her heart came, and her vision turned scarlet, and then quickly dimmed like an overheated and short-circuited screen.
"My eyes!!" Phyllis let out a heart-rending scream, throwing away the broken handle of his gun and covering his bleeding left eye.
Shadowlord glanced up at her dejected posture and raised his pistol again, "Enjoy the last moments of your life...... Because you're going to die. β
Before he could finish speaking, his face suddenly turned pale, and he dodged to the right with an arrow step, then fell to the ground, and continued to roll along the road in the direction of Phyllis.
The steel nails made a terrifying sound as they pierced the ground, and the series of sounds followed the Shadowlord's movements.
Nina, covered in blood, stood in front of the iron door of the second-floor safety ladder, the optical camouflage covering her wings was almost useless, and the air behind her was diffused with short-circuited blue and blue arcs, and the outline of her wings appeared and disappeared, and the color was also blue and purple. She held a nail gun in her hand that she had gotten out of nowhere, aimed at the path of the Shadow Owl, and fired at it.
"You...... Damn ......" Her body was covered with the wounds she had just left in the fight, her school uniform top was stained red with blood, and her tone was full of resentment, "It's obviously human...... But they want to ...... Help the winged people do things. β
However, no matter how sufficient the ammunition of the nail gun is, there will still be a moment when the magazine needs to be replaced.
As he dodged, he silently counted the sound of steel nails hitting the ground, and in a brief interval after a dozen rings, he leaped to his feet, firing two guns in his hands, and the remaining bullets from the beam pistol poured down on Nina's location.
In the battle with the Shadow Owl in the warehouse, Nina has lost the upper hand, and it is the end of her power. At this time, facing the overlapping laser beams, even if she mustered up 1.2 million points to dodge, she could only barely fly, slowly drawing an arc in the air that rose and fell.
In the face of such a live target, let alone a shadow lord, it is unlikely that a normal person who knows how to pull the trigger will miss the target.
The black-clothed young man who got up from the ground fired a total of six shots, all of which hit the target.
Like a bird shot by a bow, Nina fell from the air on the second floor and fell heavily to the ground.
Almost at the same time, Phyllis hovered on the other side of the plane fell from the air.
Shadowlord turned his head to look in his companion's direction, and saw that Phoebe had stood up. The black apricot eyes were filled with tears, and he was holding a laser rifle in his hand, and wisps of white smoke were emitting from the muzzle: "You guys...... You deserve to die! β
With that, she began to run in the direction where Phyllis had fallen.
The last six shots fired by Shadow Owl were not deliberately aimed at Nina's vital points, but at the wingbones, limbs, and the like. Because at the last moment, he suddenly felt as if he should have a spare mouth, so that he should be able to perfectly accomplish the task of 'winging humanization' - the human and physical evidence is there, and Carl should gladly accept such an outcome.
Unlike him, Phoebe was already murderous when she shot Phyllis. The latter did everything he could to dodge the attack, but he only avoided the vital points. Phyllis fell to the ground, her wings broken, and Phoebe's last few shots pierced her chest and bruised her lungs. Now she has long since lost the image of a minister who is high up and beautiful in the past, and she can only lie on the ground and gasp, snoring with blood foaming in her throat.
Phoebe stopped in front of the Wingman who had almost been shot by herself, and the blood all over her body was suddenly hot and cold because of anger. She looked down at Phyllis's broken body, ignoring her gaze for help, and pointed her gun at her heart: "For the sake of a pair of dirty wings, he will not hesitate to kill others." You don't ...... at all Not worthy of being a man! You are innocent!! β
With the only remaining bloodshot right eye, Phyllis stared at the muzzle of the gun pointed at him. Because of the injury to her lungs, her words were no longer coherent, and they drifted into the air in pieces: "The world ...... Belong...... Human ......"
Phoebe's pupils suddenly dilated, but the fingers that pulled the trigger suddenly retracted: "I'll send you on your way nowββ! β
The laser pistol shoots a beam of light that accurately pierces the heart of the Wingman.
At the same time, a silver figure approached from the distant night sky, like a meteor piercing the sky, tapping on the tiles of the second floor of the pavilion and swooping down towards Phoebe.
"Phoebe, get out of the way!"
Hearing the Shadow Owl's shout, Phoebe glanced in his direction in confusion.
In the next second, a huge force pushed her to the side.
The silver figure falling from the sky threw a punch in the direction where she was standing, and the Shadowlord arrived at the last minute, pushing Phoebe away with his left hand and crossing his right arm to block the punch.
Phoebe took several steps back to gain her footing, and in the midst of the lightning, she heard the screeching sound of human bones breaking from where she had just stood.
There were so many unexpected things happening in the long night that she felt a little numb when she looked up and saw what she saw.
A male wingman in a black leather gown stands in front of the Shadow Owl. He had long silver hair that was exaggerated to a gorgeous extent, dark and deep eyes, an unusually handsome face, and a pair of huge wings as black as ink spread out behind him.
The Shadow Owl looked up a few paces away from him, fearlessly meeting the grim gaze of the man who came up to him.
"I have no intention of fighting you." The black-winged man's magnetic voice was extremely low. The speed of his speech is neither fast nor slow, and his words are full of coercion. He glanced sideways at Phyllis, who was already dead, and continued, "It's just that you killed my subordinates, and I'm going to take the corpses away...... No comments, right? β
Phoebe looked in the direction they were talking to, and saw that Shadowbolt's right hand, which had just received his punch, hung limply at his side, and his forearm took on a twisted shape, presumably broken bones.
Shadow Snorted through his nose, and there was a hint of reluctance in his tone: "We don't have a choice, do we?" β
"Ah...... If you don't agree, I'll kill you. The Blackwingman lowered his head as he spoke, picking up Phyllis's corpse.
From his tone, Phoebe couldn't hear any element of bravado. And from the reaction of the Shadow Lord, it really shows that the combat power of this black-winged man is far above everyone.
The Blackwingman retrieved Phyllis's corpse and saw the wounds left on the corpse, so he looked up at the man who had punched him and asked, "What's your name?" β
ββ¦β¦ Shadow Owl. β
"I'll remember you." He spread his pitch-black wings, the edges of which blended almost into the night, and paused before continuing, "You can call me Dire. β
With that, the Blackwingman flapped his wings and flew to the dying Nina, lifted her on his shoulder, turned his head and continued, "I think we'll meet again, Shadowlord." Hopefully, you'll remember me by then. β
After saying this, he turned into a shadow as he had come, and flew into the sky and disappeared.
As Dire leaves sight, Phoebe's headphones give a signal that 'communication connection is complete'.
Automatically unfold the blindfold screen and dial to 'Carl. Orlando's phone was picked up from there.
"MIA Karl." The lieutenant's voice sounded a little tired, but it wasn't the kind of daze that woke up in the middle of the night, probably working overtime until midnight and hadn't left the office.
"I'm ...... Phoebe. From the time she escaped from the warehouse, she had been using her device to make constant calls to Carl's phone. It's just that the signal was jammed at that time and it couldn't be connected. Now, Nina and Phyllis, who were the masterminds of the incident, have left the scene, and the signal interfering with the video headset is gone. Telephone in Orlando. Phoebe picked it up suddenly, and was a little speechless for a while, and was stunned after reporting her name.
"Oh, Phoebe......" Carl remembered her name. The voice on the other end of the phone had a gentle tone, "What documents do you seem to have sent to me?" Is there progress on the mission? β
The phrase "I ......" is full of ideas. Phoebe, who hadn't thought about how to answer at all, didn't know what to report for a while, and after 'I' said several times, "We'...... Evidence was found. What happens illegally in schools are...... Murder, as well as illegal wing-planting. β
"Oh?" Karl's tone rose, "Looks like you've gained a lot...... I'll wait until I receive the file you've sent. β
"Lieutenant ......"
"Huh?"
"We ......" Phoebe's voice suddenly became a little shaky. She bit her lip hard, trying not to let the tears welling up in her eyes, and took a deep breath before continuing, "We'...... Some comrades were killed. Please send someone to help. β
"I see." Carl's voice soon came from the other end of the communication, "You stay where you are and don't move, I'll notify the officers on duty to come and answer immediately." β
"Okay." Phoebe replied, "We'll wait here." β
Phoebe hung up the phone and walked towards Wang Gong's corpse step by step.
It's been a long night, and it's not over yet. Each step of her looked as heavy as lead, and at the end she almost dragged her body and fell to her knees beside the corpses of her comrades.
"I'm sorry...... Wang Gong...... I ......" Phoebe's throat could only squeeze out unfinished words, "if...... I don't insist...... Words of the survey......"
"Phoebe." Shadow Owl didn't know when he had already stood beside her, bowed his head and said, "Wang Gong is dead, he can't hear it." β
Phoebe looked up and saw Shadowlord holding two pistols in his left hand and handing them back to herβhe had single-handedly defeated the two Wingmen in the battle. She took the gun and looked to the other side of Shadowbolt's armβhis right hand hanging down at his side, his forearm already swollen: "Your right hand ......"
"The bones are broken...... Speaking of which, the wingman called 'Dire' feels very different. Am I mistaken? His wings are black? "Shadowlord doesn't care about his injuries, but more about the Wingman who appears at the end.
"Hmm." Phoebe nodded solemnly, "You read that right. β
"Shouldn't the wings of the winged people all be white? Why are there black-winged winged winged people? Shadowlord glanced at his injured right arm and continued, "And he's got a lot of strength...... No, it's too big to be normal. Even a Winged Man can't have this level of strength, right? β
Phoebe raised her head when she heard this, and looked at him seriously: "Do you really want me to answer these questions?" β
"Huh?" Shadow Owl didn't react.
"It means...... Are you already thinking about getting involved in this incident caused by the Black Wingers? Phoebe struggled to get up from the ground and said, "From the information revealed by Dire, it seems that Nina and Phyllis are his subordinates, that isβwhether it's a false medical report, an illegal Winghumanization incident, the murdered Evelyn, the murdered Ho Yingjie, the Winghumanized Nina and Phyllis...... The main messengers behind this may be inextricably linked to the 'Dire', the Blackwing. β
"Oh? Sounds like deep water? β
"Hmm...... It may be deeper than you think. Phoebe sighed, "And...... You've just done something wrong - you shouldn't have told Dire your name. β
There was a look of surprise on Shadow Lord's face, in fact, it wasn't until Phoebe reminded him that he suddenly realized that he had used the pseudonym 'Lu Chao' in school. And when he was asked by the other party in the crisis situation just now, he didn't think about it at all, and almost reflexively said his real name.
"Although Phyllis was killed by my own hands, it is an indisputable fact that you were also involved in the process of killing her and seriously injuring Nina." Phoebe said word by word, "Now, they won't let you go easily." β
- I think we'll meet again, Shadowlord. Hopefully, you'll remember me by then.
"Dire ......" Shadowlord frowned slightly, "what the hell are they trying to do?" β
"I don't know."
ββ¦β¦β
"But I don't think it's as simple as 'making money.'" Phoebe put the pistol back in its holster and continued, "Did you hear what Phyllis said before he died? β
"What?"
"The world belongs to mankind."