Click, click, click.
"Hm?"
The moment he reached the rooftop, Old Mike noticed something was wrong with the sound of his footsteps. Not long ago, while watching the televised broadcast, Thomas had specifically analyzed the fate of the expedition team on Skull Island.
They had failed to notice what they were stepping on, and in the end, they had been wiped out.
So this time, the instant he noticed the odd sound of his footsteps, he first looked down at the floor beneath his feet, then immediately raised his head to look at the ceiling.
Of course, this was not an environment like Skull Island. There could not possibly be a giant Chameleon hiding in the canopy, waiting to ambush them. As the flashlight swept back and forth, the illuminated ceiling remained spotless.
But beneath their feet...
"Is this blood?!" the Russian aunt cried, covering her mouth. She nearly vomited, her voice turning shrill as her eyes widened like saucers.
Just as she had said, it really was blood. And according to Strangle's quick analysis, it was human blood.
A large amount of bloody liquid was still slowly flowing, seeping from beneath the crack of the door before them. As the place where the telescope was kept, the rooftop had only one hall-like room.
But now, even without opening the door, they could seemingly tell what had happened inside.
"Take cover."
Thomas adjusted his breathing and motioned for the other three to hide beside the door. He crouched down himself and slowly pushed the door open a crack.
Rat-a-tat-tat!!!
The moment the door moved, the roar of a heavy machine gun came from the hall. A string of bullets struck the door with precision, sending a long spray of sparks flying from the fairly sturdy steel door.
Thomas pulled back