"Captain, is she dancing?"
"What do we do now? Are we going to shoot again?"
"No. 3 is still there. Why don't we intervene?"
"Monster, monster! This is definitely a monster!"
The cacophony of voices in the earpiece and the girl's dance moves happened at the same time.
Her white dress fluttered gently, and her long hair was like a river in the air.
Balika had thought that she had wide knowledge and extensive experience. However, at this moment, she was at a loss.
The target's dance moves were so accurate that they were as if being extracted from textbooks. It was something that Balika could be sure of because she had learned dancing since she was young. However, although this was her career plan, she had taken a completely different path.
But Balika couldn't understand why the target suddenly danced at this time?
Was she looking down on them?
Or was it because the target was so powerful that she couldn't be bothered by their attacks at all? And she was now enjoying her own time, completely looking down on them?
Balika didn't have time to think too much. She raised her gun and aimed at the target once again.
Bang bang bang... Bang bang bang...
Two rounds of shooting. The first round was aimed at the knee of the target. It was a position one could lose the ability to move. The second round was aimed at the head of the target, a fatal position.
The target suddenly jumped up. She straightened her back in the air, moved her feet backward, and tilted her head backward.
It was just nice to dodge the two rounds of shooting.
Balika had never seen such a strange thing. The rifle in her hand could hit the bottle cap thrown from 400 meters away on the shooting range, but now it had failed consecutively at a distance of less than 50 meters.
The opponent always appeared to be at ease. She had no tactical movements, and she did not look for cover. Instead, she used dance-like movements to easily dodge the top-notch modern military products.
"There's no need to waste bullets. We're facing a monster."
Balika thought for a moment and quickly made a decision.
She now understood that the target was able to dodge the bullets not because of luck, but because the target was beyond their imagination. Maybe it was a modified soldier from another country, a mutated human, or perhaps a fellow from another planet
There was no point in dwelling on this. The current situation was that there was nothing they could do about the target.
Everyone put down their guns, pointing at the ground. Before receiving further instructions, they quietly watched the target dance.
Accompanied by a vague hum, the target on the rooftop was still dancing. She did not react to anything that happened around her. She just ignored them.
Balika watched quietly. Slowly, she felt as if she was possessed. Her breathing slowed down, and the rifle in her hand had become heavier and heavier.
She found the target was dancing the classical ballet 'Swan Lake'.
It was a classical dance that any girl who wanted to learn ballet skills could recognize, including Balika.
It was a play that she never got tired of watching when she was young. She saw it on an old television. Her naughty brother was trying to see underneath the dancers' skirts under the television. But Balika was attracted by the graceful moves of those girls.
There was also a story in addition to the dance moves. The beautiful princess was transformed into a swan by the magic of the demon king, and she could only return to her human form at night. Just like all fairy tales, the only way to break the magic spell was to have a loyal love. When the prince knew about it, he swore to her that he would defeat the magic spell with love...
Little girls would always be attracted to such stories. Coupled with the elegant moves, it caused Balika sleepless nights. She often wished that she could be on that stage and play the role of the princess.
However, considering the financial situation of her family which could not afford such an unstable career for a child, she had never told her family that she wanted to learn dancing.
This left her a deep impression. She saw it as a sign that she was growing up as she was beginning to think about reality and give up on herself. At the same time, she was always wary of stories that were too good.
Suddenly the target's dance paused for a moment. Her two feet stepped on each other taking off her shoes.
She stood on one foot with the tip of her toe on the ground. Just by using the tip of her toe touching the ground, she supported her whole body.
Balika seemed to understand something. There was a classic solo dance in the play, performed by the actor who played the black swan. It was a one-legged spin with more than 30 rotations in a row. This unique skill was created by an Italian ballet dancer more than 100 years ago. It was retained till now and at the same time, it was an important measure of a ballet dancer's strength.
For the physical control of a normal person, not to mention spinning more than 30 times with a single foot on the same spot, one would not be able to stand still even if one were to turn only a few times. However, a qualified ballet dancer would use one leg to spin without the right foot touching the ground. At the same time, the dancer would need to perform various kinds of stretching moves. It was indeed not easy.
Balika tried to practice this herself. After two rounds, she was mocked by her brother as a 'spinning donkey' instead of a 'spinning swan'.
When the target spun, it was elegant but rapid. Sometimes it was like a storm, and sometimes a slowly rotating music box.
During this period, the position of the target's supporting foot had never shifted. This was something that Balika could clearly see in the magnifying glass. The foot that touched the ground with the tip of the toe had never changed in the position, so much so that the bricks on the rooftop even had cracks.
In the beginning, the team members' exclamations could still be heard through the earpiece. But now, only rapid breathing was left.
Each of them had gone through years of training before they were put into action. During that time, no matter how extreme the situation was, it was all recorded.
But what happened now was beyond everyone's imagination. A criminal who was proficient in ballet, facing seven or eight rifles from different angles, actually chose to dance like a show-off on the spot.
Bullets had no effect on her. When she danced, the world revolved around her.
"Retreat."
Balika said calmly. At the same time, she took a look at the target's dance.
What happened today was so strange. It was far beyond the scope of Balika's ability. Thus she directly gave the order to retreat at this time.
Although the target seemed to be dancing and had no interest in them, this place was still too strange and dangerous.
"Roger."
The team members answered one after another and began to retreat in batches.
Their retreat plan was for the people closest to the target to leave first, while the rest of the people would continue to guard the surroundings. And then, the people in the second row would leave, and so on.