"Run... ran away?"
The leader of the experiment group stood there on the verge of collapse, almost thinking there was something wrong with his ears.
"The one who ran is... is the deputy leader? That old man?"
He shivered violently, almost crawling and stumbling towards the car door, squinting through the door seam towards the gap.
Unfortunately, the leader's eyesight wasn't great. He nearly popped his eyes out, yet all he saw was the flaming gun barrel.
"You! You, come here!"
He looked around, suddenly pointing at a guard and shouting.
Out of tension, his voice was somewhat distorted, sounding particularly sharp.
The guard was startled, then crouched and approached under the leader's frantic gesturing.
As soon as he got in front, the leader's thin hand grabbed his collar.
Though this old man held a high position at Nirvana Headquarters, his usual majestic expression was now twisted and ferocious.
"Did you see clearly? Who exactly ran away!"
