208 Kissing Death Away 1 (2/2)
Of course, Chris did not actually go to battle without any preparation. What he just didn't expect was the presence of another host who was at the same level as him, except Official.
This person ended up half-dead through his attacks, yet before that man lost consciousness, he sent the non-host supporter he raised after the heavily wounded Chris whose points had been drained to less than a hundred. Almost all his items were thrown at the enemies as well. Everyone else was weeded out aside from that non-host supporter.
'... F*ck my life! That a*shole is immune to mind control and could not be inquired about too!'
The burly man sent after him was merely a non-host with enhanced physical and mental attributes, but the problem was that he just confronted and barely survived from two hosts' attacks.
Even a tiger would be killed by the stomp of a deer if it was too incapacitated. The same applied to him. Apart from the deep chest wound and several bruises and cut in his arms and shoulders, few bullets also lodged inside his stomach and thighs. The other in hot pursuit of his trails was uninjured and in perfect condition.
'... Just a little more and I'll be in the parking lot... System, used my remaining points to clean up any trails of blood, its scent and mine too.'
As he went through the rows upon rows of cars, he was looking for one which was open or had someone about to come out of it, planning to ambush the owner and steal the vehicle. At times like this, he seriously hated why Hacking was the third level awarded skills instead of Lockpicking. If only that was the case, he could have just picked whatever car was to his liking and drive away with it.
Behind him, sounds of gunshots echoed, making him swear profanities once again.
'Damn it! That lunatic has no qualms about taking innocent people's lives!'
The location they were at now was a shared parking lot for three buildings, the luxury club with the terrible underground torture chambers, the fancy restaurant in front of it, and a golf club next to the restaurant.
Chris supported himself by grabbing onto the rows of cars and roadblocks used as separators of layers on the way. His steps quite unsteady due to his hazy vision. As he zigzagged through space, he finally reached his goal.
A figure in furry coat and skirt was about to climb out of her seat, he could see the car door half-opened.
Without checking who the person was, he pushed her deep into the interior of the vehicle using his right hand. He entered as fast as he could with the other hand pulling the door closed.
As he took the driver's seat for himself, his ragged breathing faintly resounded within, Chris squinted his eyes sideways at the masked burly figure in a brown jacket whose freehand did not even try to conceal the gun in the other. The non-host supporter towered over the vehicles nearby, standing almost seven feet tall at the center of the dark parking lot.
'Son of a beast! He's an extremely precise marksman, who's worst of all, in the best spot possible. I'm sure he'll shoot down the car tires if we drive away now.'
Because the full attention of the man had been on the approaching enemy, he didn't see the extreme surprise that crossed the face of the woman staring blankly at him right now.
When Chris saw that the non-host was checking each car along their side one by one, his pupils dilated. He then promptly turned his head to the one he had pushed back into the seats, meanwhile, planning how he'd make it past this crisis.
His mind blanked out after, not expecting the face he would see.
Questions of course popped up in his mind. Why was she here? Why did she appear at times like this?
But in the next second, he recovered from the shock. He could feel his heartbeat hastening beyond the normal rate due to the incoming figure. It was a do-or-die situation!
The half-host steeled his heart and grabbed the slender shoulders of the woman. ”I'm very sorry. Cooperate with me. Please!”
”...E-eh? Wait! I can see that you're in bad shape. We should first drive you to the hospital. W-what's happe----”
”Please, cooperate!”
The next second, the woman's mind blacked out, and she couldn't continue what she wanted to ask.
She just remembered a masculine scent which accelerated her heartbeat wafting over her nose, burying the metallic and repulsive odor. Then she, the famed actress of Country F just found her eyes almost only three inches away from the man's face, switching place with him, with him half-lying on the other side and her appearing as if she had just climbed onto his upper body.
All of this amidst his hand that held her head and waist in place.... both her eyes wide open when their lips locked into a silent kiss.
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