Rose stared at the Black Skull, the old lens of her safety goggles casting a yellow filter on her field of sight. The full face tattoo was enough to strain her nerves, and she had to remind herself again and again.
'No… this is not him…'
Her grip on the pistol tightened, forcing her to take her finger off the trigger. The continuous laughter didn't help at all. The warehouse was no longer airtight, but the goons had already inhaled enough of the gas. What awaited them was a slow and painful death, and they would laugh through it all, unable to stop until their lungs and hearts gave up.
Making her retreat right now would have been the right choice. Among the lieutenants of this accursed gang, the man standing before her was the only one who invested in his personal strength, enhancing himself all the way to Level 4. Not only that, but he's also an ascended cyborg with the best implants money could buy.
