Chapter 161: The Lizard

In many battles, the outcome is decided in a moment. When the flashbang blinded them all, the Lizard knew it was over for him. His heart raced in terror. He wildly fired his gun, "Who's there?" Responding to his panicked gunfire was a calm and composed counter-fire, like a deadly countdown. With each shot, someone fell with a thud. When the gunfire ceased, only he was left, and his bullets were spent. The stinging sensation in his eyes began to subside, and he could see blurry shapes. He smelled something sweet, then his hands erupted in extreme pain, and he screamed. But his scream was quickly stifled. Something cold and hard was stuffed into his mouth, blocking his throat and making him gag reflexively. It was a gun. Kneeling on the ground, he looked up, trembling with pain. There was a hand on the ground, and where his hand should have been, there was only blood. Catherine looked at him coldly, seeming to contemplate something, and didn't pull the trigger. "Dying like this is