Miss Hawkins's forehead instantly broke out in cold sweat. At some point, three blade-less knives had silently appeared in the shadow before her.
She had been just a moment away from having those three daggers driven into her eyes! Miss Hawkins recognized them, of course.
They were precisely the throwing knives used by the assassins of Hawkeye!
Usually, they flew out of nowhere and pierced directly into her or her colleagues' bodies... This was the first time she had seen a throwing knife before it was launched. Fortunately, she had dodged in time and escaped...
But as she thought of this, Miss Hawkins's body suddenly stiffened.
She...
...had she really dodged them?
She suddenly felt that everything behind her had become unnaturally quiet.
An enemy had clearly appeared, yet there was not the slightest sound...
Once she realized this, Hawkins felt drenched in sweat.
She did not dare turn around.
Yet the more she thought about it, the more frightened—and curious—she became.
Finally, after an unknown length of silence... Hawkins still could not resist turning around for a glance.
—Just one glance.
She felt the blood throughout her body freeze—
Her former companions had been torn into pieces and evenly distributed.
They were mixed together, each within the other. Their bodies had been reduced to pieces no more than one centimeter square... Even their heights had been reduced from one point seven or one point eight meters to a mere centimeter.
...When had they been killed? Miss Hawkins's teeth chattered as sweat poured down her back.
—Had they not just finished setting up the barrier a few seconds ago?
Why had they all died in an instant?
"We need to leave one alive—let's finish asking everything we need to know first, Miss Hawkins."
Imitating what "Lord Zeller" had just said,