Chapter 37 - Evacuate (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Balika’s position was at the back of the team. As her marksmanship was not bad, she did not need to get too close. And as the commander, she needed to keep the team members within her field of vision at all times.

The first row, which was about 10 meters away from the target, began to retreat. They put away their rifles, turned around, and left quickly. The three team members in the second row were on guard with their rifles.

This was an extremely critical moment because no one knew the purpose of the target.

If the target wanted to kill them, then they would definitely not be allowed to escape. When the members of the first row started to move, it was time for the target to launch an attack.

Through the magnifying glass, Balika stared at the target’s face closely.

The target was spinning, and the expression on her face could only be described as calm. She didn’t show any emotional fluctuations when the first row members retreated.

Balika heaved a sigh of relief. This meant that the target didn’t want to kill them. If they retreated now, they could leave without any injuries.

As for No. 3, who was closest to the target, he had already sneaked away when the target started dancing.

After the first batch of members left, the second-row members started walking.

Up until now, the target still hadn’t made any indication. She had already ended the ‘whipping movement’ and started the next dance event.

The members of the third row began to leave. They would gather in a black Land Rover and leave together.

At this time, Balika had to keep a close eye on the target. This was to protect the members who were retreating in front.

When the members of the fourth row left, there were no more members in front of Balika.

At this moment, it was time for Balika to begin her retreat.

“The operation is over. Go back and report to your superiors. As for what happened today, don’t tell anyone else!”

After giving the final order, Balika put away her rifle and turned around to leave the window.

At this moment, Balika looked back for one last time.

The target’s body was spinning lightly, dancing alone on the rooftop. The moon’s light shone on her white dress, and as she moved, the spots on the white dress looked like waves.

Too many things had happened today that she could not understand, but the only thing she could understand was the target’s dance.

Balika suddenly had a feeling that if it was not for her family, she might have been able to practice this kind of dance technique. On a certain stage or rooftop, she could spin with one foot.

Balika wanted to sigh, but she could not turn off her microphone before retreating to a safe location. Thus she could not make such a sound.

“Let’s go.”

Belica thought in her heart.

Suddenly, she felt a wave of dizziness. It was as if the target on the rooftop wasn’t spinning, but the entire world was revolving around the target while the others were being tossed around on the ground.

Nerve poison?

Balika sensed her discomfort and thought that it was something like nerve poison. She quickly took out the adrenaline from her thigh strap and injected it into herself. At the same time, she held her breath. She felt that there was some kind of gas in the surrounding air.

But the discomfort did not even dissipate a trace. The hormone injection did not show any effect.

“This is Captain…”

“Mayday…”

Balika called for help in the microphone. But her voice was getting weaker and softer, and her consciousness was slipping away…