"Hey, you're being kidnapped!"
The girl's crisp voice conveyed pride and satisfaction as she held a gun in her right hand and extended her left arm, pointing in a fan-shaped motion toward the guests in the Hotel Lobby.
The guests wore puzzled and nervous expressions on their faces. The previously silent environment filled with murmurs as they thought this was a Prank orchestrated by the organizers. After all, the pair seemed odd, so they looked around for answers, only to change color when they saw the Armed security personnel appear.
At that moment, the guests wanted to leave as quickly as possible, assuming that the Bomb the girl mentioned was no joke—no one wanted to be blown up.
Those far from the center of the stage were nobodies, and it was convenient for them to escape now; it was just too bad the girl's vision was too good. Her left hand grasped the Tactical handguard and swept a few Bullets toward the ceiling on the west side.
