Without a doubt, this tactic was absolutely effective.
Under that tremendous provocation, the pupils that had already begun to lose focus visibly regained signs of life.
Just as you could never underestimate the resolve a dying person showed toward what he cared about, his eyes clearly revealed tremendous willpower.
The others had yet to recover from their shock.
"Where's his dad right now?"
"In... in our head nurse's office on the second floor..."
"Got it."
Without another word, Lynn lifted his Plague Doctor Mask and lit himself a cigarette. Puffing away, he hoisted the young man onto his back, pulled a rusty Surgical Knife from inside his coat, and said:
"We'll use this knife to kill him. Throw in a little tetanus while we're at it. Cut an opening first! Bang him, then kill him!"
He was just about to move forward.
Smack-
The dying boy on his back suddenly grabbed his arm with a bloody hand.
Lynn paused.
Then he heard a faint, trembling voice from behind him.
"He's old... he can't take it..."
Lynn said, "It's fine. I'm healthy. I can take it."
The boy trembled. "Don't... please don't..."
But it didn't do a damn bit of good.
Lynn soon arrived at the head nurse's office on the second floor with the trembling nurses in tow and kicked the door open.
The two nurses examining the old man on the stretcher inside turned in astonishment and saw Lynn wearing a Plague Doctor Mask, carrying a boy covered in blood.
"Who are you? What are you doing?"
Without a word, Lynn strode inside, smoke billowing beneath his mask. His overwhelming presence made the two nurses instinctively retreat a couple of steps to get out of his way.
Then he approached the wrinkled old man lying on the stretcher, breathing