"Bang!"
The sniper rifle on the rooftop let out a thunderous report, and a bullet shot straight toward the Shadow above her...
Shadow had never imagined that, even while she was invisible, someone would still take aim at her and fire without hesitation. At a time like this, she should have been able to dodge without worry.
Yet just as the bullet sped toward her at full force, a blue bullet flew out from behind Shadow, grazing past her ear and striking the sniper rifle round with pinpoint accuracy.
The two bullets sparked in midair. The sniper round's trajectory shifted slightly, and it shot directly toward Shadow's shoulder.
Shadow snorted and fell. Suddenly, a figure grabbed Shadow from behind, rolled with her, and tumbled into the roadside ditch.
At the same time, the sniper rifle atop the black truck boomed again, but this time the shot missed, kicking up dust from the ground.
Then the truck slowly vanished into the endless night...
Shadow, who had rolled into the ditch, looked at No. 85. No. 85 had dragged her into the ditch, and she let out a sigh of relief.
"What are you trying to say?" 85 glanced at the filthy Shadow, who had messed him up as well, then took out a "drink can" and set it on the ground. A soft pale-yellow glow shone out from the ditch.
The wound on Shadow's shoulder, which had been bleeding moments ago, quickly stopped bleeding and slowly began to heal.
"Stolen goods are useful after all." Even now, Shadow did not forget to crack a joke. (If you do not understand, you can look at 85's introduction.)
"Either way, this mission has failed!" 85 said quietly.
"You mission maniac, why do you like Death so much?" Shadow slowly climbed out of the