Chapter Ninety-Eight: Cold Gun

Manhattan, when the fog lifted, blood stained the sky, the ruined city, and the beautiful sunset were extremely desolate at this time.

An office building.

In the extremely dim corridor, the sound of violent wheezing, desperate running, Monica felt that she was having difficulty breathing, and it seemed that she might faint immediately, she didn't run for too long, only a few minutes, although crazy, she was not like this normally, but the long-term malnutrition caused her to be too poor.

Her body did not allow her to do this for a long time, because at this time, she already had the possibility of sudden death.

Thump! The sound of a heavy object falling down sounded at the same time the woman's suppressed mutter, which immediately stopped.

"Quick, she's falling, hehe...... Honey, here we come! Not far away, the sound of fierce footsteps and the man's sinister laughter.

Monica didn't know what tripped over herself, it could be a corpse, it could be some clutter, and it wasn't surprising that something appeared in the corridor now, none of this mattered, the important thing was that this fall shortened the distance between her and the two men behind her, and with her current physical strength, she couldn't get up quickly and then throw the people behind her.

It seems that it is already too late.

Monica crawled forward quickly, over the obstacle that looked like a corpse, and turned around and fired two shots, the bullets sparkling on the hallway floor and walls, Monica's arm trembling, not from fear, but from the almost exhausting exhaustion.

She knew that she couldn't run away, so after crawling, she staggered to her feet, leaned against the wall of the corridor, and ran forward a few meters against the wall, she touched the door, pushed it open without looking, and broke in.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and even in the large office of this insurance company by the window, although the view is wide, unless you stand by the window, it is still dim.

Da Da

There was a burst of automatic rifle fire, and the sound of glass and other objects shattering at about the same time.

The two men stood in the corridor and shot at the insurance company, and then jumped in directly through the window without going through the door, two incandescent lights kept flashing, Monica disappeared after entering this large office, there were a lot of lattice office chairs in this office, a large area, only half the height of most people, judging from Monica's physical condition and the layout of the room, she didn't have time to run to the interior of this company, so she must have been hiding in a cubicle, or behind a desk.

The two men searched the large office, and their actions were very professional, and they seemed very careful, and it was easy to get Monica close in this layout, but if the two people cooperated with each other, kept a certain distance, and watched each other, Monica had no chance.

"Shh

I don't know who booed in silence, both of them lightened their steps, the office became unusually quiet, they slowed their breathing, Monica was much worse than them, they wanted to hear Monica's voice as such.

And they succeeded.

Monica's body is now in an extremely uncomfortable state, her body is shaking slightly, she wants to retch, and at the same time she feels difficult to breathe, although she is suppressed, there are some things that cannot be controlled, she still makes a sound.

On the northwest side of the large office, Monica sat on the floor, leaning against the grille of the lattice desk, holding a hunting knife and a pistol in her left and right hands.

She couldn't help it, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and she suddenly took a big breath, and her body shook violently at the same time.

Call! Squeak!

The sound of breathing was almost at the same time as the small sound of the desk moving against the floor due to Monica's leaning, and although neither sound was loud, it was very clear in the quiet environment.

The two men determined the direction of the voice at once, and they spotted Monica, but they still didn't dare to be careless, and walked slowly and cautiously, showing a surrounding shape.

In the dimly lit environment, slight footsteps slowly approached Monica from two different directions.

Monica...... Honey, tsk, come out baby, don't hide, we know you're there! On the east side of Monica, a somewhat teasing voice, the man is seducing Monica, this is a kind of stimulation, they all understand that Monica will never surrender, so use words to stimulate Monica, as long as Monica moves, stands up or something, and shows her body slightly, the other party will not be soft.

Both men hoped that Monica would move, but being too quiet made them feel uncertain, and their goal was not to kill Monica directly, but to capture her alive.

In the dimly lit office, listening to the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, Monica felt desperate, she slowly put the pistol on the ground, leaned forward slightly and prostrate on the ground, one hand supporting her body, and the other hand holding the hunting knife.

If it were another woman, in the face of this situation, the great fear and pressure would definitely make people collapse, and suicide was possible, but she was not another woman, she was Monica, she decided, decided to fight to the death, this could be the last fight of her life, she didn't know if she could kill any of them, maybe she could, maybe not, but Monica decided to do it.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer to Monica, one walking around the back, the other leaning towards Monica through the window, both of them focused on where Monica had just made the sound.

The afterglow of the sunset diffused into the office through the window, and the figure of the man by the window became clear, and the light shone on his face, and his cruel smile could be seen on his face, and the scorpion tattoo on the side of his face made his smile even more hideous.

Standing by the window was an extremely wrong move, but he didn't seem to notice.

Boom!

When, crackling, plopping!

There was a very chaotic sound, and the man by the window suddenly fell, hit the water dispenser by the window, and knocked the water dispenser down.

He never got up again.

On the glass reflected by the sunset, there is a strange color mixed with red and white!

Someone!

Someone put a cold gun, and the man by the window was headshot!

"Oh, shit!" The other man immediately screamed, of course he could hear what it was, it was a gunshot, he already knew, there were other people here, he immediately leaned down again, and took a few steps back to the edge of a desk.

After a moment of silence, he jerked to his feet, ran wildly in the direction of the office door, and soon rushed out, the sound of fierce footsteps appearing in the hallway, farther and farther away, and gradually disappearing.

That's right, he chose to run away, because he didn't know who the other party was, and the surrounding environment was too dim, he couldn't even determine the location of the other party, and the unknown was fearful, so he ran away.

It's the right choice.

Inside the big office, there is a row of small offices, including the president's office, the finance office, the director's office, and so on.

Standing at the door of the president's office, the two-finger-wide crack in the door could only allow him to expose one eye, and of course, the gun could also be extended, he looked at the corpse by the window about thirty meters away from him in the large office, and only after the footsteps disappeared for about three minutes before he hesitated to push the door open completely.

"Monica?" Don Ji cried tentatively.