He didn't respond and kept his mouth shut.
She let out a smile as she continued. "Honestly, I didn't expect it to work this easily. I planted teams in three buildings, sealed the upper floors, and even had a fake dispatch team nearby just in case you ran. So much effort for one little rat."
Her tone dropped now, and so did her gaze, turning cold.
"So," she said, tilting her head slightly, "was it Twilight who sent you? Or are you working for someone else? Who is your handler? The quicker you answer our questions, the less pain you will experience."
The man swallowed hard.
But in a sudden move, fast and desperate, he lunged, bringing his cuffed hands up toward her throat.
But before his fingers could even graze her, half a dozen triggers clicked in unison.
"Argh…"
He dropped to his knees with a scream, blood blooming down his thighs as he clutched at the wounds.
Noa stepped back, brushing a strand of hair from her shoulder. She adjusted her coat collar, calm as a still pond.
