"Don't move!"
"..."
Just as Lake was preparing to reach for The Red Revolution, a voice came from behind him.
A man.
A man holding a gun, with both arms intact.
"Turn around slowly."
"..."
Lake raised both hands and slowly turned around. His gaze fell on an assassin with a hairstyle that looked exactly like a vagrant's, a handgun in his hand, and clothes resembling casual wear. "Hello."
Politeness was something Lake always upheld.
Even when facing an enemy.
The assassin did not seem inclined to return the courtesy. He merely pointed his gun at Lake, walked expressionlessly to his side, pulled the Glock 17 from Lake's arms, and tossed it onto the floor.
He drew a shrunken Damascus machete from his waist and threw it onto the floor.
He found a blade strapped to Lake's right leg and threw it onto the floor.
And even...
The assassin found a sleeve arrow hidden in Lake's cuff, then stared at him expressionlessly.
Lake put on an apologetic expression. "I'm afraid of dying."
The assassin snorted, kicked all the items away, and continued keeping a distance of two meters from Lake. "If you're afraid of dying, don't play tricks. Take out the book you were looking for."
Lake turned around to retrieve it.
Pfft!
A silenced bullet struck the floor beside Lake's foot.
The assassin said in a low voice, "Slowly. Don't try anything funny."
Lake immediately pulled his hands back and looked at the assassin. "Then you get it yourself."
MMP.
This guy really had a lot of demands.
The assassin seemed stunned. "What?"
Lake said, "You're afraid I'll play tricks? Then search me yourself. I'm done serving you."
The assassin narrowed his eyes. "Aren't you afraid of dying?"
Lake said, "If I give it to you, you won't kill