A moment later, she extended her hand towards Fifteen.
"Well..."
"Throw it over."
Fifteen extended his left hand, catching the cell phone.
"Carl?"
"Fifteen."
From the phone, Carl's voice immediately came through.
"Carl, how are you?" Fifteen asked with concern.
Seeing her distracted, Fox stepped forward, jumped into the air, and lunged at the backpack in her hand.
Fifteen swiftly dodged, yet Fox's hand still managed to grab one strap of the backpack while kicking towards her chest.
Fifteen bent down to avoid the strike.
In the distance, footsteps echoed as a dozen figures emerged from downstairs.
Pointing their guns at the two, they shouted.
"Don't move!"
Fox glanced into the distance, suddenly shoved Fifteen aside, snatched the backpack, and leaped off the terrace.
While falling through the air, she pulled out the spear gun from her waist and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The metal arrow pierced the ship's wall, and the rope immediately braced her body.
