Low-Brow Fear (Eleven)
Having an easily accessible nuclear deterrent felt so wonderful.
The Night Watchers didn't have anything like a tip line, of course, but that was what the police were for.
Just like in Los, the security forces had their own channels for escalating a situation.
Judging by the reaction from inside the coffin, the Jellyfish Vampire Lady seemed to understand this, too.
She had just said that they could do whatever they wanted, but she still didn't move. Now she wasn't even speaking.
"5."
But that was fine. He could do the talking.
Fu Qian didn't even blink as he started counting down.
"4... 3..."
He didn't even try to hide the unsteady aura caused by the mental influence.
Yet it was precisely that frankness, combined with the steady pace of his counting, that became an imposing display of determination.
"2—"
"He left."
Before the countdown could reach its end, a voice suddenly spoke in Fu Qian's mind, cutting him off.
"What? That's impossible!"
With the Night Watchers brought up as a way to apply pressure, the Jellyfish Vampire had undoubtedly given them an interesting answer unlike anything she'd said before.
And from the almost squeaky exclamation, Batters' convictions seemed to have been shaken.
"Oh? Where did he go?"
Fu Qian naturally wasn't going to waste precious time venting his emotions. He spun the crowbar in his hand and calmly pressed on.
"Beside the stairs, in the opposite direction.
"Go forward and there's an open door. Your companion left through it."
It had to be said that the supernatural being known as the Jellyfish Vampire seemed to be severely restricted at the moment. Once someone had the willpower to resist the temptation, she seemed to have no other tricks to use on ordinary people.
So even now,