Working for the System in Marvel
Geralt climbed to the treetop and looked around.
With Night Vision.
He saw.
Several tall black figures rapidly approaching.
"Hehe, they're finally here."
Geralt slung on his backpack, silently slid down the tree like a lizard, and disappeared into the shadows.
The monsters were here, so it was time to... run.
He continued deeper into the mountains.
A few minutes later, the camp erupted into chaos.
"Monsters!"
"Fire!"
"Hold the formation..."
Miserable screams, cries for help, and nonstop gunfire.
Along with the sound of grenades exploding.
All intertwined.
Looking back at the firelight from the camp, Geralt made the sign of the cross over his chest and said mournfully:
"Holy Father bless them, and... thank you for drawing their attention."
"I'm going to raid their base."
More than twenty minutes after leaving the camp.
Geralt suddenly stopped.
He turned around.
And looked toward the dense bushes not far away.
"Come out," Geralt said. "Don't make me say it twice."
It was very quiet, as though he were speaking to the air.
Without another word, Geralt took out the Demon Hunter Gun and loaded it.
The muzzle pointed at the bushes.
A figure slowly stood up with both hands raised.
"I mean no harm..." the figure said.
"You." Geralt was somewhat surprised.
It was Kara.
"So that weakness earlier... you faked it?" Geralt asked.
"Yes," Kara answered.
"Why are you following me?" Geralt asked again.
He did not lower the gun.
"My name is Kara White. The missing David White is my younger brother," Kara said darkly. "Those rich bastards only care about the heir. They don't care whether anyone else lives or dies. I only want to save my brother."
Geralt looked at Kara. Only when her scalp began to tingle did he slowly