Chapter 14: Post-War Mopping Up

Andrew stowed the rifle in his alchemical bag, raised his hands to show he was unarmed, and slowly walked towards the source of the gunshots.

About 3 minutes later, he came back with a puzzled look on his face.

Ross rarely saw such an expression on him.

He put the damaged arc gun into a metal box, removing his insulating gloves and asked, "What's up? Did you find anything?"

"Strange..." Andrew muttered to himself, "Could it be that the person who saved you was a child?"

He bent down and gestured on his knee, "The shrubs over there were pressed down. I assume, based on the bending track, it was a child about three to four tens of centimeters tall, who fired 6 bullets from a distance of a dozen meters from the shrubs."

Andrew held his forehead, his face showed confusion and a hint of horror, "The most incredible thing is... when I squatted down and looked at the shrubs, the scar-faced man's back was hidden by the bush... so... these six bullets were fired blind..."