Du Qianqian quickly climbed to the top of a withered dead tree. The gunfire had already half-deafened her, but she didn't notice, instead losing herself in the midst of war. She fired at the encroaching enemies at the foot of the mountain with the King of Illusions, bullet after bullet reaping lives. Seeing soldiers clad in company uniforms and masks dying under her gun barrel, Du Qianqian felt half-surprised, half-thrilled.
Three, four, five, six, seven... Du Qianqian silently counted the enemies she had killed tonight, becoming the unseen threat in the entire battle.
