Congratulations on being an NPC

Chapter 51 The False Miracle

An uneasy and tense atmosphere permeated the entire room.

The boy's body trembled slightly less.

Eileen's heart also gradually became much calmer.

time is passing slowly,
There was no movement at the door.

At this moment, it seems that that expectation may really come true.

The situation seemed to be developing in the direction Irene hoped for.

but,
This illusion was quickly shattered.

clatter,
Da da da……

Powerful and hurried footsteps sounded near the door, from far to near.

Irene shrank her pupils, hugged the boy tightly, held her breath and aimed the gun at the door.

As long as the door is opened, her bullets will go out without hesitation.

"how--"

The boy's body began to tremble violently again.

Fear made his heart start beating crazily, and anxiety oppressed his brain, making him subconsciously want to cry out.

Fortunately, Irene covered his mouth in time.

"Shh."

Making a silent gesture, Irene slowly let go of her hand.

Resisting the urge to shout, the boy leaned against Irene's arms.

Irene holds him in her left hand, with a machine gun in her right.

That's all she can do now.

However, both Irene and the boy knew it well.

If those people were the ones who opened the door and walked in, they would have no hope of life.

Bullets can pierce flesh, but they cannot reverse reality.

in a split second,
After the sound of footsteps,

The room seemed to be in despair.

It's almost like,

People who are waiting for death to come.

The corners of Irene's lips hooked slightly, revealing a slight wry smile.

clatter……

One last whisper,
The footsteps stopped.

Irene knew that the other party was standing at the door.

She held her breath, concentrating.

boom!
The door was kicked open.

da da da da-

Flames were ejected from the muzzle of the gun, and the bullets mercilessly shot towards the person who came with the tail flame.

The boy held a gun in his hand, and he didn't do it with Irene.

Fear prevented him from aiming and the ability to pull the trigger.

All he can do is wait.

—Wait for the gunfire to stop.

"and many more!"

A light drink.

The visitor seemed to have been prepared for the sudden arrival of the bullet,

Immediately closing the door, the whole person retreated outside the door.

When Irene's bullet arrived, it just set off bursts of sparks on the door panel, bringing out holes one by one.

But, uniquely, it didn't bring the slightest harm to the other party.

Erin let go of the trigger, with a look of despair on her face.

She was exposed, but the bullet didn't kill her.

Then what awaits her next is undoubtedly death.

It doesn't matter if you die, but the boy will die as well.

Irene knew that she had to live with him.

She knows.

However, if you know it, you know it, and whether it can be done is another matter.

I did everything I could to keep him alive,

Looking at it now, it seems that it is just a fantasy like a mirror image.

Under the opponent's terrifying weapon, everything is hopeless.

"... Is the flame of resistance going to be extinguished here?"

Erin let go of the boy's arms and closed her eyes.

She is completely desperate.

"Hope for something like this is really a luxury sometimes."

"A miracle, on the other hand, is expensive and full of meanness."

Irene's shaking, at this moment, there is nothing to hide.

death,

It will be imposed on her.

"Hey, is that Irene in there?"

"I'm Lane, I'm here to rescue you instead of Jim."

"I'm going to push the door and go in. If it's you, please don't shoot."

In this dark despair,

What brought Irene a glimmer of hope again was a voice that had just been inaudible because of the cover of the gunshots.

At this moment, when there was no bullet, she finally heard this familiar yet unfamiliar voice.

She will not forget, her memory is not so bad.

Not long ago, she had communicated with that person.

"……There seems to--"

Erin interrupted herself just in time.

She didn't want to experience the shattering of hope again, and she didn't want the boy to experience it again.

The first thing to do is to confirm.

She hid behind and watched the door carefully through a gap.

The gun was still pointed there.

As long as something goes wrong, she will still shoot without hesitation.

This time, be sure to hit.

"crunch..."

A jerky voice sounded.

The door full of holes opened again.

Under Irene's gaze, a somewhat familiar face appeared in her eyes.

The other party looked around cautiously, holding a piece of debris that might be a blasted door in front of him.

"Miss Erin, are you here?"

"I'm Lan, and I'm here to pick you up."

She saw Lan calling softly.

Irene still wanted to observe, but the boy couldn't stand the fear anymore and jumped out all of a sudden.

"Here we are! Take us away!"

Irene's breathing seemed to be stagnant for a moment, until she saw Lane's obviously relieved expression.

There was eagerness in her eyes.

A miracle happened.

"..."

Yano's gaze was full of indifference.

When he saw the boy jumping out, he almost subconsciously shot him to death.

It wasn't until he heard the boy's words that the indifference in his eyes turned into joy and enthusiasm.

"Where is Miss Irene?"

He quickly asked the boy.

However, without first waiting for an answer,

Instead, he waited until the boy rushed up to hug him,
And a slightly wet feeling coming through the thin clothes.

"She's behind the desk."

The boy's voice was a little choked.

Yano ignored the boy and let the boy cry in his arms.

His eyes were only on the table.

"Miss Erin, are you there?"

"I'm Ran."

"It's safe outside, nothing happened, the enemy should have all left."

Yano said warmly.

"Ahhhhh!!"

At this time, the boy suddenly let out a scream.

Yano lowered his head, and saw the boy almost jumped away from his arms.

"Blood, blood..."

The boy looked at his hands tremblingly,

It is full of bright red color, with a strong taste.

"Ah, did you fail?"

Yano smiled and scratched his head.

Only then did Irene see that Yano's clothes were almost completely dyed red.

In three places, it has turned black in a small circle.

This is the obvious trace of being shot.

Moreover, the places where these bullets get stuck are quite dangerous.

"Are you OK?"

Irene finally confirmed that Lane was harmless, and then stood up from behind the table.

"Uh, it shouldn't be nothing, right?"

"I feel like I'm seriously injured, huh?"

Arno pretended to be relaxed and smiled.

This playful tone made Irene feel a little more relaxed.

(End of this chapter)