Trusting the Guns

This fake hill is more like a little mound, completely copying the appearance and height of the hills we have in our textbooks. From a distance, you can see a lush green meadow covering it, but when you step inside, you'll realize that the grass here has grown as tall as your waist. If it weren't for machines coming here to catch snakes from time to time, probably no one would want to take a walk here.

"Don't you find it strange?" Jackson, Alicia, and that kid, Lorient, were lying on the ground, completely hidden by the overly tall grass, but it didn't obstruct their view. "Why are we suddenly acting like idiots helping this kid?"

They tightly gripped their guns, which were their only lifelines. They'd rather trust those guns than trust their own legs.

"...Maybe we've been infected by Brian," Alicia said, lying on the ground like a pampered cat.

"If someone passes by here, they might think we're up to something," Jackson casually quipped, while also scanning their surroundings.

Little did he know, after hearing that sentence, Alicia's face turned as red as the nearby grass.

"There's movement," Jackson grabbed her hand, lowering his body even further. "Hold onto your gun tightly, don't get killed."

"They wouldn't want to kill a student, would they?"

"Can't they make a mistake? Don't forget who they're after," Jackson pointed at Lorient, who was completely clueless about the situation.

This kid had no idea why he had suddenly become so sought after or why people were trying to kill him. All he knew was that, apart from the man and woman before him, he couldn't trust anyone else.

A narrow beam of white light cut through the night sky, continually searching for their figures among the grass.

Don't ask them how they knew, but if you saw someone opening a flashlight mounted on a light machine gun to search for something, you'd know for sure they weren't here to catch snakes.

... It wasn't just one person; there were five people, no, maybe ten people. They had their nerves stretched taut as if a tiger could pounce out of the grass at any moment. They opened an app on their watches that could detect if someone nearby was using abilities.

Originally, everything around them was well-lit by neon lights, but perhaps due to their nervousness, everything before them was still too dark, even though they could see it.

"Should we shoot?" Alicia asked, the young man before her being the person she trusted the most.

"Let's slowly crawl backward," Jackson said, crawling backward as discreetly as possible, trying not to disturb the suspiciously tall grass around them. He also held Alicia's hand tightly, struggling.

Alicia cooperated, not saying a word and not creating any obvious movements. As for Lorient, he didn't know anything; he just imitated their movements as they moved backward.

"They're over there!" The person farthest from them pointed at their position, startling them.

Upon closer inspection, this person was wearing glasses, and while their clothing was military, it had a rather avant-garde design.

"It's him! He's the one who attacked us on the street!" Alicia struggled to control her volume, pointing at Kraut, the man with glasses.

Kraut's glasses could detect temperature, making it impossible for Jackson and Alicia to hide.

"Damn it!" Jackson could only open a portal, regardless of whether he would be detected using his abilities.

The enemy reacted quickly, aiming their weapons at the location.

Unfortunately, the people were no longer there; they had already been transported to another place.

"Hey," a lazy voice came, causing everyone to stay frozen in place, unable to move.

Precisely, they couldn't move because they all knew...

The moment they heard that voice, their feet felt as though they were rooted in place and couldn't budge.

Kraut looked up, and there stood a man with a goatee.

He was Michael Jackman.

TOWER's forever number one.

As his footsteps gradually approached, their impending doom drew nearer.

Bi.

He pressed the button on the collar around his neck, and everything that followed would be controlled by the number one."