"Hey, I say, what do you mean by staying this far away?" Simmons said somewhat displeased, "Is my money meant to feed dogs?"
"Shut up, Simmons, what's the difference between five meters and fifteen meters?" said one of the mercenaries holding a gun, "No matter if it's a ghoul or a haunting spirit that crawls out once you open the door, I can blow its head off in one shot! As for you, stop dawdling, and open the door quickly!"
"Damn it!" Simmons cursed, tucked the pistol back into its holster, then grabbed the car door handle with both hands and pulled back hard.
With a loud "bang," Simmons swung open the car door, causing himself to stumble and fall to the ground.
A strong smell of blood immediately filled the air, and thick gore flowed out from the edge of the car door.
"Holy crap..." The two mercenaries squatting in the ruins didn't fire but stood up in shock, taking off their goggles.
