Third Person PoV
The blue eye woman turned her back to more than thirty armed officers with guns. She raised her hands and looked defenseless while playing with Zack’s blood that soaked her feet. Zack’s remaining eyes were wide open, with the white of his eyes turning red, twitching from time to time.
The woman’s slender fingers flicked provocatively as she tried to lure the officers with her hourglass figure.
“Why does no one come to catch me?”
She turned her head and said,
“If you don’t try to capture me, I have no choice but to capture you. Can you even handle this?”
The woman smiled as the frantic gunfire erupted in the quarantine area, accompanied by countless of screaming and commotion. It lasted for a whole two minutes until it stopped. It didn’t take long for the office
