Battlefield Nightmare
"No, no, no... Ah!"
Bang!~
The gunshot rang out only once before abruptly ending alongside Secretary Ellie's scream.
Claw 15 only needed a single charge. It opened its massive, tooth-filled maw and swallowed her upper body from above, leaving only two severed legs twitching on the ground.
There was nothing more to say. Firearms and flames were humanity's means of competing with wild animals for territory. According to rumor, the last Barbary lion had died beneath a farmer's gun.
Once she had picked up a gun, there was no longer any reason to judge this secretary as a brainless woman.
But even a ferocious Barbary Lion had not been Claw 15's match for a single exchange, so even a small pistol could not change this little woman's fate.
The sight of the monster devouring a human being was unbearable. Even Chairman Demville, the one who had caused it all, turned his head away and sighed repeatedly.
A day as husband and wife meant a hundred days of affection, especially when it had been more than a day.
He had bought that little slut so many designer bags, pieces of jewelry, and clothes, yet she had still been insatiably greedy and leaked his confidential information. She truly deserved to die.
Lieutenant Colonel Abel remained silent and offered no opinion.
In the capitalist world, money was reason itself. It was justice itself.
This was France. Even Joan of Arc could be sacrificed, let alone an insignificant little woman. It was not until the beginning of the twenty-first century that French women obtained genuine legal provisions for equal rights. Compared with the oil barons' benevolence, which had elevated them to the status of mammals, it was honestly six of one and half a dozen of the other.
In the eyes of