"EH?"
A surprised, dubious voice came from above.
Dean's ears twitched. Silently, he extended his pistol from his hiding spot toward the sound above, and with a gentle shake, pulled the trigger.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Seven consecutive bullets covered the area overhead. The fierce muzzle flash roared like exploding bamboo, the sound echoing endlessly in the underground parking lot.
Above, a figure wearing a white mask that revealed only a mouth touched their scorched scalp, their back drenched in cold sweat. If I hadn't ducked so quickly, I would've been headshot! That bastard below… his hearing is incredibly sharp, and he's ruthless, emptying the magazine in an instant. He's more like a hitman than I am!
