The disgusting smell of blood filled the air. It was as if there was a blazing fire burning her stomach, causing the gastric juices to churn.
Panting, Angelica took out the magazine from the brown leather gun bag at her waist and changed the ammunition for the self-loading pistol. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably, her nails leaving scratches on the leather.
There were a few lifeless mercenaries lying scattered around, motionless like rag dolls abandoned by others, with arrows stuck in them or bullet holes in them.
So... can I actually do this?
The battle just now put her in a strange state: it was as if her consciousness was completely out of the situation, and she was just relying on her body's instinct to act...or should we say killing?
The enemy's body seemed to become one target after another marked with red dots in her eyes. She could shoot at these people without any psychological burden, and she could even feel a faint, indescribable pleasure.
But as that feverish state dissipated, mental discomfort soon began to sweep over me like an overwhelming force. This is also the main reason why she is now nauseated——
On the other hand, she had rarely seen blood since she was a child. Even when she was a child, she would hide behind the door and watch the maid handle the fresh meat in the kitchen.
"Are you ok?"
Byakuya patted her shoulder and comforted her. His face with weird make-up was covered by a dark cloth mask. Even his tone of voice was much lower, and he no longer spoke with his neck stretched like a drake.
"I'm sorry...I will adjust myself as soon as possible." She covered her throat and coughed lightly.
"It's okay. In fact, most normal people are in a similar state to you when they kill...the first time they take a life. It's just that there happen to be no normal people in our team." Byakuya let go of his hand and smiled.
After using the one-eyed spider to confirm that there were no other enemies at the scene, Angelica adjusted her breathing and stood up from behind the bunker.
Since most of the mercenaries were attracted by the noise in the direction of Warehouse No. 6, the enemies they faced were only a few scattered gunmen, and they did not encounter much pressure.
What worried her more was the fierce gunshots that had just come from the direction of the warehouse. I wonder how Teacher Waikolo is doing now.
"The door is open, let's go out." Marvin's voice came from the side, and then the mechanical sliding door opened again, and the night fog shrouded the outside.
"Ok. Please wait for a moment."
She followed Ed's instructions and sent the freight van back to the warehouse. Then he followed Marvin outside and opened the backpack that Ed said "contains the Wasp drone".
Um? Why does this painting look familiar...? She was stunned when she saw the familiar yellow, white and black "wasp" in front of her.
The three colors of yellow, white and black are the iconic colors widely used in the production machinery of the Royal Society. They also represent the iconic sunflower of the Dutch royal family, symbolizing the close connection between the Society and the royal family.
It is for this reason that although there is no explicit regulation, the Royal Society only uses this color scheme in its own mechanical products, and rarely uses the same paint color scheme in products shared through foreign trade or other channels, to avoid taboos. .
Although she wasn't sure where Teacher Waikolo got the Wasp drone from, it was most likely the Royal Society's own model.
It should be a self-use model obtained through the internal cooperation channels of the Royal Society and the Bureau of Divine Investigation, right...? she guessed.
Angelica held up the drone and wanted to confirm the assembly factory and product batch through the steel stamp label on it. But the strange thing is that there is no steel stamp on it at all. The original product stamp position is completely smooth without any artificial polishing marks.
Whether it is a foreign trade or self-use model, UU Reading Royal Society's mechanical products will be stamped with steel to ensure that product production can be traced and traced to reduce quality problems. In her opinion, there is almost only one possibility for a machine like this without a steel stamp -
Is it some kind of prototype? But no matter how you look at it, this is the standard Wasp UAV Type 1...
"Angelica, how is the situation over there?" Suddenly, the one-eyed spider hanging on the drone made a vague voice from Ed.
"ah!"
Just like being caught stealing something, Angelica almost let go and threw the drone away. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and pretended that nothing happened:
"We've gone outside. Teacher Waikolo, are you okay there? There's something wrong with your voice."
This kind of inarticulate speech is not so much a distortion caused by a weak signal or a chip quality problem, but more like a shot of anesthetic.
"What, I... I accidentally bit my tongue just now. But it doesn't matter, I'm fine. You can find a stable ground to raise the drone first."
Ed on the other end was silent for a while, and then said nonchalantly.
"OK."
Angelica immediately found an open space suitable for taking off and put down the Wasp drone. With a buzzing sound, the drone quickly climbed to a height, patrolled the warehouse in the air, then hovered in mid-air, and slowly turned the position of its nose.
The power limit of the one-eyed spider's micro-sounding chip is not enough for broadcasting, so Angelica couldn't hear Ed's voice under the noise of the Wasp drone's rotor, but she could understand the direction the drone was pointing -
That's the manager's office on the third floor.
