I looked over at Anthony, my vision swimming.
There was blood. Too much blood. Spreading across his chest where the bullet had entered.
Before I could even process his injury, another gunshot cracked through the air. I flinched, but the bullet wasn't for me or Anthony.
Hugo's head snapped back, a clean hole appearing in his forehead. His muttering stopped. His eyes went blank.
The World President was dead.
But I didn't care for that. I couldn't think about anything except Anthony collapsing against me, his weight suddenly too heavy.
"No, no, no," I muttered, trying to support him, trying to lower him gently to the ground. But without my System, without my strength, I could barely manage it. We both went down together.
Then I heard footsteps.
Slow. Measured. Coming from the shadows near the office entrance.
A figure emerged into the dim emergency lighting, and my blood ran cold as what I could only describe as a human amalgamation came through.
