Los Angeles defector

Devil's fangs

In the villages and countryside within the vampire-controlled areas, one may occasionally encounter groups of people dressed in plain clothes and carrying short guns, wandering around. The vampire legion refers to them as the 'plainclothes team.' They are composed of various idle individuals, including rogues, bandits, bullies, traitors, and others from all walks of life. They are active in rural areas, with their task being to target the resistance army and underground organizations. The common people also refer to them as the 'traitor team.' Although they do not have much combat capability, they have also made significant contributions to the traitor cause.

Today is the time for them to make a meritorious deed. They had recently obtained the whereabouts of an underground organization and successfully sent an agent to infiltrate its ranks. They had been biding their time, waiting for today to reel in a big fish. If they could uncover a clue to the Independent Brigade, wouldn't that be a great leap forward?

In order not to startle the fish into the jar, they did not set up an ambush near Green Hill Village. There have been too many failed cases like this in the past. This time, with an insider, they knew the meeting location and time very well. Therefore, they temporarily hid by the roadside five miles east of Green Hill Village, estimating the meeting time. They planned to enter afterwards to catch them off guard.

"Brother, it looks like trouble ahead!"

Upon hearing Martin speak from the bushes several meters away, Jason set down the water bottle at his lips and tightened the lid. Crouching, he approached Martin and looked in the direction pointed by Martin's finger. On the small road to the east of the village, there appeared vaguely the silhouettes of two to three dozen people dressed in civilian clothing, approaching Green Hill Village.

"It must be the plainclothes squad, I reckon. Looks like the news has definitely leaked today, otherwise there wouldn't be so many of them coming at once," Martin said as he stared at the distant figures, adding his thoughts.

Jason remained silent and calm, not feeling nervous. The target was still over a mile away. Although he hadn't fought against the plainclothes squad before, he had heard plenty about them. Their combat capabilities were weak, armed mostly with short guns. Being on the top of the hill himself, he could easily block this plainclothes squad. The key was to notify Isabella in the village to evacuate immediately. The quickest way to do so was to make a bold move to sound the alarm.

Jason removed the Type 38 rifle, chambered a round, and raised the g*n to aim at those blurry targets. At a distance of over 500 meters, he could hardly see clearly and had to rely on guesswork. In the spirit of conservation, even when firing a shot, he aimed to make the bullet fly towards the enemy.

Bang—

The gunshot rang out, but it wasn't Jason who fired. Jason hadn't even pulled the trigger yet. He turned his head in astonishment towards Green Hill Village below the slope. The gunshot came from the village, sounding deeper than the 'Broomhandle' and louder than a typical handgun—it must be the 'Colt 1911,' and it was that little girl! Why was she firing? Given the girl's proficiency with firearms and Jason's diligent teaching, Jason would never believe that the girl would make such a basic mistake as accidentally firing a shot. His heart sank with the sound of that gunshot. Isabella and the girl, they were both there, they were both my loved ones—why didn't I firmly stay by their side! What a fool I am!

Jason disregarded everything, grabbed his rifle, and rushed down the mountain towards Green Hill Village, cursing himself incessantly in his heart, like a gust of cold wind flying towards the sound of the gunshot.

Martin stared blankly at the figure sprinting down the hill, momentarily feeling flustered himself. However, he remained crouched in his position without moving. Jason didn't say a word and just rushed down on his own. What should I do? Should I go down to help as well? No, the plainclothes team is getting closer. If we all leave, who will hold them off? Glancing at Sandy Sniffles, who was also at a loss, and seeing Robert Wealthy packing up, clearly getting ready to run, Martin forced himself to calm down and shouted loudly at the two of them, "What's the panic! Hurry over here and prepare for battle!"

Robert Wealthy didn't listen to him, packed his provisions, readied his canteen, and slung his rifle over his shoulder, saying, "Damn it, Jason boss has run away, look at how fast he is. What are we showing off here for? It's time to leave!"

Seeing that he couldn't control this stubborn mule, Martin immediately shouted loudly at the still dazed Sandy Sniffles, "Sandy, this mule is about to desert us in battle, he's about to abandon the Ninth Company, abandon the resistance army's reputation! What are you going to do?"

Although Sandy Sniffles may be a bit of a blockhead, when it comes to matters of principle, he is absolutely uncompromising. Even in front of the battalion commander and chief of staff, he dares to be bold. Upon hearing Martin's words, he immediately snapped back to attention, lifted the worn M1903 rifle in his hand, and with a loud click, he pulled back the bolt, saying, "Robert Wealthy, if you dare to run, I will shoot you dead!"

My goodness, Robert Wealthy, looking at Sandy's miserable and serious expression, was speechless. He sat down heavily on the spot, sighed, and muttered, "I can see it now. Sandy, you really lack common sense, that's for sure. You're not pretending. Just go ahead and follow Martin to your doom."

Bang—The second gunshot rang out.

Jason had already rushed to the edge of the village. The second gunshot made his heart tighten even more, ache, but it also made him run faster, more resolute. It was still the sound of a 'Colt 1911,' indicating that the little girl was still alive, still in a standoff, still waiting for him. Jason sprinted towards the location of the gunshot, not knowing the exact position, only knowing there should be a large gate with a half-stuck door god painting.

Bang—The third gunshot rang out.

Jason had entered the village, running in an area where gunshots were heard, scanning all the gates that appeared in his sight like a headless fly. The third gunshot further confirmed his location but also pushed his already fraying nerves to the brink of madness. Isabella didn't carry a g*n on her; ever since she killed the foolish boy, she refused to touch a g*n again. The little girl's 'Colt 1911' had only one magazine, with seven bullets inside. With three shots fired now, it seemed she must have been cornered. She must be resisting because she was a child who wouldn't yield. Those lovely braids must be waiting tearfully for the appearance of this fox.

Bang—The fourth gunshot rang out.

Jason had already seen that damn door-god sticker. He ran without stopping, using his momentum to vault over a one-meter-high courtyard wall. By the time the fourth gunshot rang out, he was already inside the courtyard, clearly hearing the gunshots coming from the house. Jason rushed to the side of the door, stopping with his back against the wall between the door and the window. He wasn't foolish enough to charge directly through the door or window. The situation inside was unknown, so he had to pause here first, gripping the rifle in his hand. He shouted loudly into the house, "Kid!"

From the first gunshot until the fourth gunshot just now, it had only been a few short minutes. Now, setting aside Jason's speculations and judgments about the gunshots, let's go back to the indoor meeting room a few minutes ago.

"No one is allowed to leave! Whoever dares to move, give it a try!"

The speaker was one of the four attendees. At this moment, he had already taken a few steps away from his seat, a short g*n appearing in his hand at some point, pointing it at everyone in the room.

Ned looked incredulously at the person, "What are you trying to do? Are you out of your mind?"

Isabella sighed quietly to herself, realizing that the situation was more serious than she had anticipated. She had thought they might run into trouble in the future, but it seemed that trouble had already arrived.

"Heh, Ned, shut your mouth. I'll tell you the truth. I'm an undercover agent. I've been undercover under your command, listening to your nonsense for so long, just to catch the big fish in the Independent Group. Originally, I didn't need to bother with today's affair, but this girl here tried to ruin my plans. Don't blame me for being impolite." After speaking, he looked at Isabella, giving her a lewd grin as he scanned her from head to toe.

Ned finally fell into a despondent silence, feeling a hint of regret at this point. He realized his own foolishness, foolish enough to have nurtured a wolf thinking it was a sheep. This was sheer blindness, and now it was all over. It seemed certain that the undercover agents were on their way. If it weren't for Emily suddenly requesting to adjourn the meeting, everyone might have been surrounded during the proceedings before they even realized it.

Bang! A sudden gunshot rang out in the room, deafening everyone present. The sound sent a shiver down everyone's spine, causing one timid individual to collapse on the spot. Isabella, startled by the gunshot, let out a piercing scream in response.

The man holding the short g*n stood frozen on the spot. He lowered his head and noticed a hole in his chest, from which bright red blood was gushing out, staining the area around it and slowly spreading, creating a growing pool of blood. He raised his head again, scanning each person present in the room. They were all empty-handed, staring at him in shock. Damn, this is bizarre, who shot me? His vision started to blur, and just as he was about to slip into darkness, he inadvertently caught sight of a seemingly inconspicuous figure in the corner by the door—a young girl with two braided pigtails, crumbs of leftover pastry clinging to the corners of her mouth and cheeks. She stood there coldly, her bright eyes fixed on him, holding a heavy revolver with both hands leveled, wisps of smoke lingering from the barrel.

Thud—He turned into a lifeless body, falling backwards onto the ground.

Everyone was still in shock, staring blankly at the now lifeless body, unable to believe what had just happened, forgetting to search for the source of the gunshot.

Only those with pure hearts are more suitable for committing crimes. Do not question this statement, as facts always prove it to be true. If a g*n is placed in the hands of a complex-minded adult, making the decision to shoot often involves intense mental struggle. However, if placed in the hands of a simple child, this decision becomes exceptionally simple and does not lead to guilt or any sense of wrongdoing.

Emily has fired many guns before, but this was her first time shooting to kill. She didn't find it difficult at all; in fact, it put her in an excited state. "I killed the bad guy? Wow, the fox didn't lie to me. This g*n packs a punch, almost slipped out of my hands. Is he dead? Is he really dead? What do I do next?" The fox said never to believe the enemy is dead until you've made sure they're dead again. The fox wasn't talking nonsense; he did just that on that mountain valley path. I'm not a rookie like Emily; I'm a soldier, a soldier like the fox.

Bang—The second gunshot rang out.

The second gunshot jolted everyone present awake. All of them looked panic-stricken at their own bodies, then at each other. Eventually, they discovered that the second shot had still pierced the chest of the body on the ground, adding another bullet hole next to the first one. The g*n that fired was in the corner near the door, overlooked by everyone, held in the hands of the unnoticed little girl, eerie and absurd!

Isabella looked at Emily in astonishment. The child's clear eyes were filled with determination. In that moment, Isabella felt that her petite figure seemed taller than everyone else present at the scene.

Ned also reacted, exclaiming in disbelief, "Oh my, little girl, did you do this? He's already dead, why did you shoot again? Quickly put the g*n down, be careful, it might have gone off accidentally."

To Ned's surprise, the little girl paid no attention to his words. She readjusted the direction of the g*n and, in a stern voice despite her tender age, shouted, "You're not allowed to move! Nobody is allowed to move! Everyone, hands up!"

Now everyone at the scene was puzzled. What's going on with this child? Is she out of her mind? Or is she just scared by shooting someone herself?

Isabella took a step closer to Emily, intending to persuade her to put the g*n down quickly. However, Emily caught sight of her from the corner of her eye and immediately said to Su Qing, "Sister Isabella, don't come over here. You'll distract my aim! Move to the side quickly, away from them."

Isabella, realizing that the child was not in a calm state and still excited, hesitated to approach Emily further for fear of her accidentally causing harm. Therefore, Isabella stopped moving and said gently, "Little one, calm down. The bad person is already dead, everything is fine now. Please listen to me, put the g*n down."

Emily, with both hands holding the g*n and without looking away, continued to stare intently at Ned and the other three individuals. Without hesitation, she replied, "No! They were all good people just now. What if I put down the g*n and another bad person appears? If the fox doesn't come, I won't put it down!"

This kid is really out of line. She must have been scared and confused by shooting someone herself. If the fox doesn't come, she won't put it down? Are there foxes within a hundred miles? She's starting to talk nonsense. Except for Isabella, who can understand her, everyone else shares the same thought. One person, already unsettled by the recent turmoil, now feels irritated seeing the little girl starting to act up. Putting on a stern and intimidating expression, he approached the little girl and said, "You naughty kid, are you done yet? The undercover team will be here soon! Quickly put the g*n down for me! Put it down now! If you don't listen, do you believe I'll..."

Bang—The third gunshot rang out.

This time, the entire crowd was completely shocked, far more than the first two gunshots. The person who was speaking just now, his words were cut off by the gunshot. He was pushed back a few steps by a force, stumbling and sitting down against the wall behind him. His eyes were filled with disbelief, struggling to breathe, making strange gurgling noises in his throat. He didn't have the strength to stand up again because there was now a bullet hole in his chest. He was also about to bid farewell to life, as the large caliber bullet of about .45 inches had nearly shattered half of his lung.

In a terrified silence, the young, shrill command rang out again: "Hands up! This lady is only saying it one last time!"

Despite being a child, despite not much taller than a table, her third shot ruthlessly shattered all the illusions and underestimations of everyone. This was a truly ruthless intimidation. No matter how petite and adorable the figure behind the g*n was, at this moment, she transformed into a ludicrous demon, baring her fangs.

Ned and the other two people raised their hands without hesitation, staring blankly at the petite demon. They dared not move a muscle or utter another word, hoping that a fox would truly appear within a hundred miles and accidentally wander into Green Hill Village, perhaps getting lost in this yard.

Just when everyone thought it was over, bang— the fourth shot suddenly rang out, deafening and lingering in the air. The person still making strange noises by the wall fell completely silent, as the side of his neck was shattered by the fourth shot, his head bent like a broken branch, forming an abstract artistic scene.

As the echoes of the gunshots faded, a voice sounded from outside the house: "Hey, girl!"