At the instant the footsteps drew near, the covering fire abruptly stopped, likely to avoid friendly fire. That also meant the newcomers had entered close-combat range.
Amon kicked off with his right foot and flashed out from behind the flower bed like a ghost, raising his hand to fire two shots.
The bullets had no effect. The blond man in a dark crimson combat suit flicked his wrist, and the hunting knife "Dictator" traced two icy arcs, splitting both bullets out of the air!
Amon retreated rapidly, but his gun abruptly swung away—not toward the blond man pouncing like a leopard, but at Chen Motong following close behind him.
Two shots rang out. The bullets cunningly sealed off Chen Motong's route of advance, forcibly interrupting the rhythm of her charge.
"Hey, Senior Sister!"
The moment Lu Mingfei saw Chen Motong, delight involuntarily appeared on his face, and he greeted her without a care in the world. He looked like a foolish deer recognizing family amid a hail of bullets.
Amon's face darkened as he shouted:
"What Senior Sister? She's the enemy now! What did I bring you along for? Move!"
"Huh? Oh!" Lu Mingfei froze, then frantically tossed out a smoke grenade he had no idea which "corpse" he'd looted it from. He did not even have time to grab his sniper rifle before turning and running.
Chen Motong tried to pursue him, but Amon fired another two precise shots, forcing her to pause.
At that moment, Caesar had already closed in on Amon. A trace of anger at being slighted smoldered in his ice-blue eyes.
"Facing me, you still dare divide your attention elsewhere? Are you looking down on me?"
Amon drew a dagger with his backhand. With a clang, he caught the incoming hunting knife, using the force