This is a war, a war between religion and belief, interspersed with the conspiracies and tricks of big players, as well as the entangled grudges and intrigues.
Yet it was this incredibly serious matter that was disrupted by Eve and Red Falcon, these two clumsy thieves.
Eve swung Meteor like a crowbar, knocking down a believer rushing towards her. Ever since opening fire, the barrel became scorching hot, with faint cracks on the surface—it's unclear whether it's due to overheating from the gunfire or Eve's swinging. It seems the lifespan of this thing is only enough for a few shots.
Sure enough, the Perpetual Motion Pump folks are really unreliable. Eve should have realized this earlier—rather than using this weapon, she would sneak beside Miguel and slice his neck.
"So do you usually encounter such unexpected situations?"
Eve shouted loudly, only then could her voice surpass the chaotic sounds surrounding her.
