Daywalker stared upward and shook his head. "This guy isn't dead yet. It seems the dose wasn't enough. Do you still have any anticoagulants?"
Luke said, "Too much trouble." He then took out another M500.
As he stretched out his hand, the blood cocoon above him trembled. The five bullets it had been shot with weren't normal at all, and its memory of it was still fresh.
A strange sound rang out. As Luke and Daywalker watched, a bunch of test subjects smashed down at them.
Daywalker brandished his longsword, while Luke simply pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The five bullets twisted in an S shape in the air this time to pass through the test subjects and hit the blood cocoon that was slipping away.
At that moment, the blood cocoon had lost its meat shield, and Luke's five shots were all incendiary shells.
