His vision was blurred, and the grip on Brother Dao's arm slightly relaxed. He seemed to experience a hallucination. In a blood-red world, Brother Dao was decapitated but still sent out sharp mockery towards him. The surrounding people burst into mad laughter, with expressions more maniacal than when they dissected live bodies, as if they were about to pounce and tear his flesh.
"Mad...mad...madmen... You're all mad! A bunch of cyberpsychotics!"
His right hand holding the gun trembled slightly, wanting to kill the lunatics in front of him altogether.
However, it was unclear when a thin wire flew from the balcony below, gently wrapping around his neck, and lightly pulling.
"I won't..."
Before he could finish speaking, his good head separated from the neck, both the corpse and head falling to the ground.
Lucy quickly jumped onto the balcony using the scaffolding.
She looked at the gruesome scene with a bit of helplessness.
