Just as the other party thought their shot was certain to hit, two pale hands appeared in the arrow's path and caught it.
"What!"
That person stared wide-eyed, looking incredulously at Flandre, who was holding the arrow and smiling sweetly at them.
"Gana~~~"
The next second, Flandre threw the arrow back. Before the passenger and driver could react, an arrow pierced each of their foreheads. The vehicle instantly lost control and crashed into a large rock nearby, followed by a sympathetic explosion as black Originium detonated in the front of the car. The remaining people inside hadn't even reacted before being enveloped in Originium dust. Even if they survived, they could only become one of the Infected.
However, the other vehicles didn't stop but continued pursuing the two.
"Damn it, these guys aren't just smugglers!" Beatrice gritted her teeth as she watched the vehicles following behind.
At that moment, she remembered Chen Huijie's words: recently, there had been a group robbing people in the wilderness. They had stolen many valuable logistics supplies and killed quite a few people in the process. She had never imagined that these robbers were connected to the smugglers. But now it seemed the relationship between the two sides was anything but ordinary.
"Damn it!" Beatrice glanced at the rearview mirror and pressed harder on the accelerator.
At that moment, vehicles from the other side also caught up. However, having seen the fate of the previous car, they didn't choose to continue shooting at Beatrice and Flandre but instead aimed at the vehicle's tires. Beatrice noticed their actions but could do nothing about it.
As for Flandre, she showed no fear at all. Instead, she watched the approaching vehicles with a smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
"So many people, Flandre must be able to have a lot of fun!"
Now she felt a bit of regret—one of those two arrows shouldn't have been thrown at the driver's forehead. That way, there would have been more people to play with her.
Just then, several vehicles appeared ahead, surrounding the two. Faced with this situation, Beatrice chose to give up thinking and resisting, turning to look at Flandre.
"Can you leave a few alive?"
"Oh my, Beatrice, what are you saying? Flandre isn't a bad child who likes fighting and killing!" Flandre said, holding her cheeks with both hands.
"But you've been smiling all along!" Beatrice sighed.
Ever since the car chase started, she had sensed Flandre's excitement. It was as if they weren't engaged in a highly dangerous operation, and the people around them weren't terrifying enemies but just a group of toys preparing to play house with her. Her earlier struggle wasn't just to give herself a choice but also to give those people a choice. But it seemed there was no choice now. So she could only settle for the next best thing.
Hearing Beatrice's words, Flandre looked at the rearview mirror. In the mirror, her face was slightly flushed, and the corners of her mouth were raised high like crescent moons, almost reaching her ears.
"Am I that happy?" Flandre tilted her head, looking incredulous.
"I won't look, but don't kill them all!" Beatrice buried her head in the steering wheel, looking like she had given up.
"Then I'll leave a few for you?" Flandre quickly replied, seeing Beatrice's dejected expression.
"If you can leave more alive, I'd be extremely grateful!"
As she spoke, she glanced at her phone. On the way back, she had thought about contacting Pink Sausage Dragon, but the other party's vehicle had communication-blocking equipment, and her phone showed no signal. And now, still showing no signal, she knew she couldn't save these people.
At that moment, the surrounding people closed in. They held weapons, looking cautiously at Flandre, who had jumped out of the car and climbed onto the roof. When Flandre pulled off the cloak covering her wings, everyone instinctively took a step back.
"Blood Demon..."
Someone gulped, staring in terror at Flandre, who was surveying her surroundings.
"Are you here to play with Flandre? Then let's play together!"
The next second, red threads spread outward from her feet, covering the area before anyone could react. Then the threads rose from the ground and converged above Flandre, forming a birdcage that trapped everyone inside.
"Since the game has started, no one can escape! Hehehe, hahaha, hohoho..."
Flandre's voice echoed from all directions. They turned to see three identical Flandres outside the crowd, lifting the edges of their skirts and curtsying like ladies. Then red mist began to rise among the crowd.
"If Reimu were here, she'd definitely call this an Incident, but Flandre is a good girl—how could she actively start an Incident! I wonder if Sister will be happy when she sees this, after all, Flandre has learned it too ＼(^▽^)／!"
Inside, people couldn't see their hands in front of their faces in the red mist. Even face-to-face, they saw nothing but the thick crimson fog. They could only rely on shouts and sounds to learn about those nearby. Some tried to run out, but upon reaching the edge of the cage formed by red threads, they found the seemingly thin threads tougher than steel. Moreover, the gaps between the red threads were extremely small, making it impossible to squeeze through.
"Why run? Flandre's game has just begun... If Flandre has fun, she can let you die easily. But if Flandre isn't happy... Would Flandre be unhappy? Hehehe, Flandre doesn't know either!"
The voice echoed in everyone's ears, as if a young girl were lying on them, her head resting on their shoulders. They could almost feel breath blowing by their ears. But no one found this alluring.
Some knelt and begged for mercy, some swung their weapons wildly, some ran around and collided with others. With their vision deprived and a great threat nearby, everyone broke down. Before Flandre could even act, they had killed each other in chaotic attacks, resulting in more than half dead.
Seeing this, Flandre was quite unhappy. After all, she hadn't even started, and these people were already mostly dead. She had just promised to leave some for Beatrice, so now she had nothing to play with. She had gone to all this trouble to create such a grand scene, but before she could even start, these people had already killed each other.
This made Flandre feel extremely wronged. Bored, Flandre waved her hand, and the mist gradually dissipated.
Now only about five or six people remained, covered in blood. Around them lay their teammates, mistakenly killed. As their vision returned, those people let out cries of despair. Due to the nature of this industry, they were almost all from the same hometown, clan, or even brothers. While trapped in fear, killing didn't feel like much, but now, realizing they had cut down their relatives, friends, or even brothers, these people completely broke down.
"So, why do humans hurt each other? Beatrice, let me clarify—these people killed each other; Flandre didn't touch a single one!"
Not understanding why these people were crying, Flandre just tapped on the car window, signaling Beatrice, who was still confused inside, to come out and arrest them. Though Beatrice didn't know what had happened, she could guess most of it from the situation. She took a few pairs of handcuffs from the glove compartment and walked out expressionlessly.
"I, Beatrice Swire, in the name of the Lungmen Guard Department, arrest you all for murder, smuggling, robbery, assaulting an officer, and a series of other charges!"
By now, the survivors were almost heartbroken and had lost the will to resist. Beatrice handcuffed them one by one. Then she walked to the other vehicles, opened them, and found a signal jammer in the trunk of one car. After turning it off, she picked up her phone and called Chen Huijie.
"Lungmen profanity... What the hell happened? Your phone's been unreachable!" The moment the call connected, Chen Huijie's furious voice came through.
Normally, Little Tiger would have retorted, but Beatrice wasn't in the mood. Hearing no response from Beatrice for a while, Chen Huijie panicked. "Hey, hey, Char Siu Cat, Beatrice, say something, damn it!"
"We're about thirty to forty kilometers from Lungmen. Bring some people who can drive, and bring a few more vehicles to transport the bodies." Beatrice said she was feeling incredibly calm at the moment.
But Chen Huijie, hearing her words, said she couldn't stay calm. Just as she was about to ask more, Beatrice hung up. She walked back to the car and sat down. The surviving prisoners were handcuffed together, so she wasn't worried about them escaping. As for those lying on the ground, seeing the deep, bone-exposing wounds, Beatrice knew she couldn't save them.
She looked at Flandre, who seemed a bit down. "I'm sorry, it's my fault for making you unhappy."
Flandre shook her head. "These people weren't fun at all. I hadn't even started, and they had already cut down most of their own people. If you hadn't asked me to leave a few, I would have waved my hand and refined them all."
Flandre was still brooding over what had just happened. Hearing Flandre's words, Beatrice looked stunned, then burst into wild laughter, laughing so hard she started dry heaving.
"Beatrice, what's wrong?" Flandre was startled by Beatrice. What a Laughing Feline—she seemed crazier than herself.
"Cough, cough... Nothing, I just figured some things out. Thanks, Flandre, I feel much better now." After taking a sip from the water cup Flandre handed her, Beatrice finally responded, looking like she had caught her breath.