Out of character

From where Qin Ran stood, his perception, far beyond that of an ordinary person, let him see everything happening within the convoy clearly.

So when he saw the cook, who usually looked so kindly, aim her gun at Pierre, Qin Ran froze.

He had never imagined she might have ulterior motives.

And it wasn't just the cook.

Bill, Hadro's driver and bodyguard, took a small step back. He seemed to be reloading, but instead drew a dagger and aimed it at Case, Jonna's driver and bodyguard.

"They really are everywhere!"

Qin Ran took a deep breath and raised his [MI-02] and [Python-W2].

Bang, bang, bang!

Crack, crack, crack!

Bullets struck the carriage, sending wood chips flying. The gunsmoke, thick with the smell of gunpowder, made Pierre tremble all over.

Not from apprehension.

Much less from fear.

It was excitement!

Although he had become Herbert's butler and doubled as his servant, bodyguard, cook, and more, that didn't mean Pierre had forgotten his former identity: a warrior.

A battle-hardened warrior who had fought countless battles.

He might have retired.

He might have been enjoying a rare stretch of peace.

But comfort hadn't dulled him.

On the contrary, his well-rested body had grown stronger and more agile.

His instincts had become sharper, too.

So when these Nightspawn suddenly appeared, he immediately made the best possible arrangements and hit the monsters with the strongest counterattack he could muster.

He fired with complete concentration.

He seemed utterly unaware of the danger behind him.

A small throwing knife appeared in his left hand.

In another instant, he would send it flying.

But a bullet was faster.

Bang! Bang!

Amid all the gunfire, those two shots were utterly unremarkable.

Yet their results were astonishing.

Bullets struck the cook and Bill in the forehead. The dungeon world's