After successfully luring out and killing the hooded assassin hiding behind the smoke vent, Angel let out a sigh of relief.
While reloading just now, she had come up with this plan that carried both risks and rewards.
The 0.45-inch Handgun she had used earlier held only five bullets, and the new 0.38-inch Handgun had also contained only five bullets before she reloaded. She had wanted to use that "misconception" to lure the hooded assassin into attacking her and end the battle quickly.
Unexpectedly, the simple-minded assassin fell for it easily. After she deliberately used up "five" bullets, he charged straight at her without hesitation, intending to attack while she was unarmed.
Then the final bullet pierced through his chin and out the top of his head, turning him into a corpse.
Angel pushed aside the hooded assassin draped over her. His powerless body collapsed to the ground beside her, his young face beneath the hood turned toward the sky. His lifeless eyes reflected a trace of light beneath the blazing sun, as if some life still remained within them.
She retrieved the other handgun she had tossed aside and reloaded both weapons before heading toward the main battlefield. No gunfire had come from there for some time. It seemed that the Nighthawks, who had held the advantage in both numbers and combat strength, had already ended the battle.
Leaving the area still filled with chilliness, she reached a corner of the rooftop. Below was the open ground where the Nighthawks had fought the Tuxedo Clown.
At that moment, the unattended Sealed Artifact "2-049" lay in the middle of the open ground. Urgent thump, thump, thump sounds came from inside the iron box, seemingly voicing its dissatisfaction at being ignored, but the Nighthawks around it had no time to care.