Liberoses
#33: Genesis
DOR!!
Blood began to drip down the tables and floors of the mall.
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Hans picked up a communication device that was behind the pocket of his pants then pressed the button there, his eyes staring was was was the entire mall that was chaotic.
Scattered glass fell to the floor, terrified screeches from employees and visitors, and gunshots.
Quickly, the guy turned his body around, coding the three bodyguards that were at a point not far from him.
Hans rubbed his head dizzy, then picked up his phone, he pressed one number that was at the very top.
“The Mujabihage, location already sent.” Hans monitored the situation for a few seconds.
“Bring Vanny also.”
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Davila spontaneously pulled Grace by the hand, bringing the girl down behind the table then slowly moving away.
His eyes glanced at the chaotic surroundings, glass windows broke, until some glass fell from the sky, screeches visitors who filled the entire mall. Very fucked.
The guy grabbed Grace's left hand. Wounded pretty bad, but the girl was lucky the bullet didn't hit her head.
“What is pain?” Whisper Davila slowly, he pulled up his shirt and then used it to wipe away the blood. Grace looked up, her body trembling in fear, with reddened eyes. The girl slowly shook her head.
“T—no..—aku.” He did not continue to say, making Davila more convinced that Grace was afraid. This is the first time for Grace.
Quickly, Davila moved to hug Grace, calming the girl down.
“Why did he—why did he point his target at me? What is—”
“I'm sorry Grace but you have to go now.” The guy quickly pulled Grace away, walking towards the back of the mall.
“I've contacted The Mujabihage, and Vanny. It is estimated that there is one team split in front of Mall.” Hans said slowly and then opened the car door.
Davila pushed Grace slowly, got in the car. The girl refused. He kept pulling Davila's hand, not wanting to part from her.
Davila turned her head, then rubbed Grace's head slowly.
“I'm sorry. Follow Hans home, you can't be here.” Davila closed the car door and turned to Hans.
“Bring Grace home. Call doctor Albert. I'll find that team.” Davila turned to the windshield and then passed away.
Hans could only take a deep breath.
This is the life of Davila De Gavellyn.
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A woman in all-black clothes stepped down from the car in haste, her eyes drawing out to her surroundings.
Very chaotic circumstances. The woman took one black box in the car, her legs began to step quickly towards the corner of the room that was behind the mall.
Emergency room.
“Master,” The woman bowed her body respectfully, followed by several five men behind her. The woman took out a box she was carrying and placed it on the table.
Davila opened the box quickly, took the gun and the bullet inside and put the bullet in it.
“The location of the perpetrator is known to be above, he climbed to the top, the weapon used McMillan TAC 50, has a very accurate aiming ability and is able to remove bullets very quickly.” A man standing not far from the woman said. He gave details of the intended weapons.
Davila was out of her chair. He pointed to a crowd of visitors and officers.
“Bring them away. Let's go find them, they shouldn't have gone any further.”
