Cold Man And Miss Stone
58. Stop chattering, Samuel

"They're coming."

Emilia instantly took out her supply of poisonous needles. From out there began to sound gunfire in a row, and Samuel monitored the movement of the screen connected to the CCTV aisle of this place.

"I'll take care of them. Sit down, Emilia."

"It's my business." Emilia tied her hair up high. "Sit down and just shut up."

"But, Emilia, you don't need—"

A needle was thrown almost into Samuel's face. "Next will not miss. Shut up and sit down."

No matter what she said, Emilia prepared herself. He stood still for some time, checking the clock near the leftover computer table on Nine's desk.

They look pretty good. Emilia only spontaneously assessed the movements of her attackers. It is likely that Ahkam will deploy a special team.

As expected, it only took five minutes, the door of their room was forcibly broken.

"All right." Emilia threw her glasses. "Let's finish it before I get bored."

Simultaneously, a number of his poisonous needles floated up. Emilia fended off the attack of the first man to attack her, spinning kicking another man while breaking the first man's arm.

They don't use weapons on their waists. For Argantana wanted Emilia and Samuel to be dragged alive to her feet.

Emilia's eyes can't see clearly, but her ears are sharp to hear the movement around her. He caught the hand of the man who tried to choke him, stuck a poisoned needle to avoid a futile fight.

One by one they fell. But suddenly Emilia's body is pulled, along with a bullet shot, hitting the Nine table iron.

"I didn't mean to interfere." Samuel kissed his lips. "Just leave it for me now."

The sound of screaming sounded. Emilia glanced down, finding one hand of Samuel holding a strange gun that Emilia knew of one of Mahesa's weapons.

It is made of ceramic and does not wear gunpowder.

"I don't like to wear a gun, frankly. This thing makes me look like a coward." Samuel chuckles. Put the gun in Emilia's hand. "The bullet is a needle. Use your needles here, Emilia."

"...."

"But please don't point at me."

Samuel was truly the dumbest person Emilia had ever seen. He gave me a gun and asked not to be killed. Although Emilia did not intend to do so.

He sat. Let Samuel fight with his bare hands.

Emilia. "One person."

Samuel's words were evident when the loudest gunshots were heard. Emilia's ears grew sharper with her eyes closed, so she could instantly recognize the voice.

Maddened. That's not a gun anymore. It's a large caliber machine gun.

But when the terrible sound was still heard, it seemed that Samuel started his dance. Emilia can hear the sound of incisions, screams of pain and tempo of irregular steps.

Emilia's sitting position was still calm. He did not move even though he felt movement behind him.

Since it only took two breaths, the smell of blood intercepted beside him.

"You're so cold, Emilia." Samuel whispered on his lips. "I'm dancing for you but you close your eyes. What if someone hurt you? I could kill Mahesa if that happened."

"Stop talking nonsense and get your business done."

"It's over."

Emilia opened her eyes. Found fifteen men lying on the floor, divided by incision wounds and dead from Emilia's poison.

"Only them?" He moved on, while Samuel came dragging the man who had received no injuries. "Him?"

"Gift from me." Samuel whetting. "You want to cut it?"

"Stop being stupid." Emilia will deliver a message through this man. "It looks like the outside is done too."

"No, there's still." Samuel snapped his finger. Raising Ryo who was indeed asked to quietly observe closely. "Bring this man."

"no need. Leave it alone." Emilia inserted a letter into the man's pocket. "Let's go."

Samuel threw it. Following Emilia's steps while removing her blood-soaked gloves.

"Emilia, are you tired?"

"Stop fussing, Samuel."

But Samuel smiled at Emilia saying his name.

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