Screaming and desperate cries echoed.
Interestingly, while it was usually patients screaming in the Hospital rooms, this time it was the police officers' turn.
Those outside heard it but didn't pay much mind, as such things were happening in many rooms at that very moment.
They had seen the officers enter Room 4, and no one could escape from the five perverts led by Donald, not even Shawn… or so they thought.
In the office at the end of the corridor.
Dawn looked up upon hearing that familiar scream, a hint of regret in her eyes.
"What a pity."
"But choice is destiny; I gave him a chance."
Dawn didn't understand, she still didn't understand!
It wasn't that she gave Shawn a chance, but that Shawn was giving her a chance.
Inside the Hospital room.
Shawn tilted his head, looking at Donald's expression of disbelief and intense pain, and sneered.
"Sorry, I chopped crookedly."
The other four reacted, quickly reaching for the pistols they had dropped on the ground.
The clumsy fat man tripped over his loose pants. Shawn leaped back, kicked the wall, and used the momentary thrust to vault over the fat man, moving deftly to stand before another person.
Shawn landed, his foot landing precisely on a pistol. Without even looking, he swung his Crescent Blade directly forward.
Swoosh--
Two arms detached from their owner without a second thought.
Before he could even scream, Shawn held the Crescent Blade horizontally with one hand and grabbed his hair with the other, slamming his head against the blade!
The head 'rolled' twice on the ground, finally coming to rest in front of the officer who was looking down for his gun.
His heart skipped a beat. He instinctively turned his head, only to meet a pair of sharp eyes, like a brilliant star in the night sky, arriving in an instant!
Rip--!!
Shawn was decisive and showed no mercy!
After executing him, Shawn stepped forward, directly stepping on the back of the fat man who was frantically fumbling for his gun on the ground, the immense pressure flattening him.
Shawn stood steadily on him, holding the handle of the Crescent Blade like he was holding a golf club with both hands.
Testing the blade's edge near his neck, Shawn looked down at the trembling fat man, a flash of disgust in his eyes.
Slash--
Shawn twisted his waist, bringing his arm strength into play.
With a powerful force in an instant, the Crescent Blade sliced through the fat man's head without encountering any resistance, smoothly from right to left.
Having done all this, Shawn didn't even look, casually tossing the Crescent Blade into the air and catching it with his right hand.
Blade facing himself, hilt facing back, he thrust it forward sharply!
Thud--
The next moment, the sticky sound of flesh tearing entered his ears.
Shawn looked up, only to see the hilt of the Crescent Blade had directly pierced through an officer's mouth.
Slightly turning his head, behind the officer whose mouth and spine had been directly pierced, was Donald, whose palm had been pierced through along with him.
The crisp sound just now was the sound of the pistol slipping from his hand.
Shawn withdrew his hand, leaving the Crescent Blade embedded in the officer's throat, then leisurely walked over to Donald.
Shawn clasped his neck with one hand, slowly lifting him up until his feet left the ground.
Donald struggled to lower his eyes, meeting Shawn's icy gaze.
Mechanical gasping sounds constantly came from his throat, his intact hand desperately clawing at Shawn, a hint of pleading appearing in his eyes.
Crack--!
Shawn's killing intent surged. With a single twist of his hand, he snapped Donald's neck.
The entire process actually took less than 30 seconds, and Shawn had already eliminated five armed forces of the Hospital.
From beginning to end, they didn't even manage to fire a single shot.
Inside Room 4, silence quickly returned.
"I still need to find my clothes."
Shawn shed his standard Hospital gown, revealing his muscular upper body.
He wiped the blood spatters from his face with the gown and casually tossed it on the ground.
He held the long Crescent Blade behind his back and pushed the door open.
The faint incandescent light provided by the Hospital for emergencies at night shone down on Shawn's shoulders, making his perfectly formed body appear even fairer.
But because of this, Shawn's face was obscured by a shadow, his expression indistinct.
He held the Crescent Blade, wearing standard patient trousers, and walked barefoot down the Hospital corridor, somehow exuding a sense of morbid delusion.
Starting from Room 1, Shawn paused at the door.
Shawn saw Doctor Steven inside, who was on his night rounds checking on the patient in Room 1.
When Shawn appeared behind the vertical glass window outside the Hospital room, Doctor Steven noticed him immediately.
Shawn still had some uncleaned blood on his face. He looked at Doctor Steven, gently placing his index finger to his lips.
"Shhh--"
Steven swore he would never forget this scene for the rest of his life.
Meeting Shawn's gaze, his heart pounded a few times, and he instinctively held his breath.
Doctor Steven
Fortunately, the old man in Room 1 was sound asleep, otherwise, seeing this scene might have caused him to die suddenly.
It wasn't until Shawn left from behind the vertical glass that Doctor Steven took two deep breaths.
The first thing he thought of was to warn Dawn, because she was the boss here.
But as he walked to the door and his hand rested on the round doorknob, Doctor Steven paused.
After a long hesitation, Doctor Steven released the doorknob.
Perhaps, pretending not to know was the best choice…
But little did he know, just outside the back door of Room 1, Shawn was leaning against the wall next to the door, dragging his blood-stained Crescent Blade, quietly waiting for him to come out.
The milky white wall paint and his body, whitened by the incandescent light, formed a stark contrast with the lingering blood.
As long as Steven walked out of the room, tonight would be his death.
'It seems Steven is indeed only submitting to Dawn's order; in fact, he also has dissatisfaction with her and this group of police officers in his heart.'
Shawn turned and slowly walked past the doors of the other Hospital rooms, thinking to himself.
"But sorry, Daryl, I can't wait for you all. Tonight is my solo show."
Originally, Shawn and Daryl had agreed to coordinate an inside-outside attack at Dawn, but it was still at least two hours until Dawn, and Shawn couldn't wait any longer.
Walking to Room 7, Shawn pushed the door open and entered.
After waiting for tens of seconds, he came out, and his Crescent Blade had a few more bloodstains on it.
At the doorway, Shawn turned around and, facing the woman who was frantically wrapped in a blanket, also raised his index finger, making a 'hush' gesture.
The woman paused for a moment, then quickly nodded.
Shawn was able to eliminate the five people led by Donald because they were foolish, and Shawn was strong and decisive enough.
And Shawn was able to quietly eliminate the police officers one after another, gradually dismantling the Hospital's armed forces from within, because Dawn and this group of police officers were unpopular.
Dawn, in her attempt to please the police officers, chose to rule with a tyranny hidden under 'order,' but she lost the trust of the doctors, nurses, and lower-level survivors.
So at this moment, Shawn alone was an army, capable of wiping out this entire group of police officers!
Those who were committing violence, those who were sleeping in their rooms, those who got up at night to use the restroom… all were quietly eliminated by Shawn.
At some point, a woman appeared behind Shawn.
The woman from Room 7, she had followed him out, holding an IV needle as a weapon, silently trailing behind Shawn.
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