Orange Hawk looked down from the window, stunned.
Michelle had fallen to his death. Just like that, he was gone.
How was Orange Hawk supposed to tell Saya? He would lose his mind.
"He won't blame me, will he? The police got him killed."
Orange Hawk muttered to himself as he hurried downstairs. Michelle was certainly dead, but Nick might still be alive.
The poison he had coated the arrow with took ten minutes to take effect and twenty to thirty minutes to cause fatal respiratory failure. If he reached Nick now, there was still time to give him the antidote.
As he had hoped, Nick was alive.
Nick had been hiding behind the counter, while the explosives were on the other side. If they had been behind it with him, he would have spotted them long ago.
The counter had been blown apart, but Nick had survived. His back was now a mass of mangled flesh.
Conner hurriedly moved him onto a hospital bed. Unsure how to treat the injury, he could only cut away the scorched police uniform stuck to Nick's flesh.
Looking at Nick's bare upper body, Conner had no idea what to do next. He called the Chief of Police to report the situation.
"You're still on the sixth floor... Is that so?" the Chief of Police said. "All right. I'll bring some people down right away."
The officers on the seventh floor were in bad shape too.
Just before Michelle died, he had released a burst of poisonous mist. The wind carried it over many of the officers who had fired at him, poisoning them.
They could take those officers out of the building for treatment while they were at it.
With that, the Chief of Police gathered several people and hurried downstairs with the