"Bang, bang!"
Two silver-white bullets flew past the Armored Crowned Ghost as it continuously dodged through the sky. The Nighthawks in police uniforms chased the flickering figure below while firing their guns, spraying precious Demon Hunter Bullets as if they cost nothing.
Leonard Mitchell was among them. He had just completed his training in Winter County and become an official member of the Red Gloves. He had only arrived in Backlund that afternoon, yet he had been dragged into an emergency mission that very night.
He narrowed his eyes and aimed at the agile figure in his Spirit Vision, slowly pulling the trigger and firing another Demon Hunter Bullet. He knew that Purification Bullets should have been more effective against such evil ghosts, but the former were what Nighthawks generally used.
After taking precise aim, the bullet struck the armored ghost's head, crowned in pitch black. Yet at that instant, its figure faded, revealing the crimson moon behind it, and the entire "person" vanished without warning.
As though it had never existed.
For a moment, Leonard even thought he was hallucinating. But his teammates beside him voiced the same confusion and lowered their pistols. His new captain, Soest, the Sequence 6 Soul Assurer, even cursed in exasperation, utterly devoid of his usual elegance.
"Damn it! Give me one more second, and I could've controlled him!"
A Soul Assurer could put Spirit Bodies to sleep, making it especially suited to dealing with situations like this. But Soest had already tried several times, and his ability had never taken effect.
It would probably be the same even if he tried a few more times...
Leonard grumbled inwardly. Then a trace of sorrow welled up in him. These new teammates were quite capable and disciplined, but they lacked any sense of humor. Since