On the roof of another tall building.
"Dusk! You've been shot!" Moriarty cried anxiously.
"Dig the bullet out for me. Heavy metal will cause an infection after six hours, and tonight's battle will definitely last longer than that," Gal said softly, lying on the ground, gritting his teeth against the agony as cold sweat streamed down his face.
"What? I'm not a doctor! How am I supposed to dig it out?"
"Use your dagger! Hurry! Just cut it out!" As soon as Gal finished speaking, he tore open his trousers, ripped off a strip of cloth, and tied it tightly around the wound, forcing the wound upward despite the excruciating pain. At the same time, he pulled a flashlight from his pocket and shoved it into his mouth.
"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" Gal cried out in pain.
Seeing this, Moriarty stopped hesitating. He drew his dagger and plunged it straight into Gal's wound.
Gal's eyes seemed about to pop out of their sockets. Fortunately, Moriarty was quick, digging the bullet out in less than a second.
Moriarty shook a sliver of flesh off his dagger and hurriedly said, "Hey! Dusk, are you still alive? Why don't we retreat? There are Titans everywhere. The Survey Corps is finished. This isn't our problem anymore."
"It's not that simple. They've got experts on their side. Even if the Survey Corps gets wiped out, any of their experts who survive will still be trouble. I'll leave once I've dealt with them." Gal tightened the cloth strip, forcibly constricting the wound to stop the bleeding.
"Then what do I do?" Moriarty asked.
"You can retreat. You're with intelligence anyway."
"What? I'm a..."
"Get the hell out of here, or I'll shoot you!" Gal raised his sniper rifle and aimed it at Moriarty, frightening him into turning