After she threw down the policewoman.
Leaning against the endless night, a figure in a white robe let out a harsh and grating laugh.
Before the crowd opened fire.
With a light tip of his toe, he soared into the air like a white crane taking flight, landing by the lake. He tapped the ground repeatedly, moving with a speed akin to a ghost, turning into a lingering afterimage that disappeared into the dark depths of the forest.
Seeing their comrade killed.
A group of patrol officers' eyes turned red!
"FK!"
"Kill him!"
A barrage of gunfire rained toward the direction where the figure in the white robe had vanished!
When the gunfire ceased.
A group of patrol officers, with their flashlights, went to search but found nothing but a chaotic spread of bullet holes.
After a few of them took up guard positions.
The rest gathered around the policewoman.