The two walked slowly down the long corridor.
Their passing caught the attention of some patients.
They peered cautiously through the glass, noticing the needle in the woman's hand and the blood-stained long blade in Shawn's hand.
Some slowly retreated, returning to their beds in shock, not daring to move.
After a brief hesitation, some quietly turned off their monitoring machines, pushed open their doors, and, imitating the woman, followed behind Shawn.
Starting from Ward 4 and continuing to the end of the corridor, Shawn had a total of seven or eight people following him.
Shawn's tall and robust figure blocked the way, so they couldn't see what was ahead.
They simply followed Shawn silently, advancing while looking up at his back.
The accumulated rage was burning, vowing to completely ignite the entire corridor in silence!
It seemed that at this moment, this nameless man became a ray of light; he represented a belief, he was the obsession everyone had to 'resist'.
At this moment, in their hearts, Shawn became an indescribable spirit.
'To hell with tyranny and oppression, I'll cut them all down with one slash!'
Just by looking at Shawn's back, the patients' minds automatically conjured this furious roar.
Their scalps tingled, adrenaline surged, and their steps became lighter.
Upon reaching the end of the corridor, a large door to Shawn's right suddenly opened, and a police officer who looked to be in his 30s walked out.
Glancing over, Shawn realized he knew him.
—Bob Lamson.
One of the few neutrals in the Hospital, unable to collude with Dawn, yet powerless to change anything.
The moment he saw Shawn, he froze, his gaze shifting from Shawn to the patients behind him.
His hand instinctively reached for the pistol grip at his waist, ready to draw his weapon.
But then a cold voice fell into his ears.
"If I were you, I wouldn't do that. Incorrect things always need to be corrected, don't they?"
Lamson looked at Shawn, momentarily dazed, as if he saw the man from before.
"Yes, Sheriff."
Almost instinctively, Lamson blurted out.
Sheriff, Sheriff, Sheriff!
The Sheriff whom Dawn had eliminated, allowing her the opportunity to rise to power.
When the Sheriff was still around, everything wasn't like this.
Lamson's hand moved away from his waist, but the woman behind Shawn's left shoulder stepped forward a few paces, looking at Lamson's black police uniform, her eyes flashing with hatred, and gripping the needle in her hand, she was about to stab Lamson's neck.
A large hand gripped her wrist, and Shawn looked at the woman who had suddenly attacked.
"Did he violate you?"
The woman gritted her teeth and shook her head.
Shawn released her hand: "Then point your weapon at your true enemy."
Shawn tacitly allowed these patients to follow him, giving them the courage to stand up and resist, but he could not let them kill indiscriminately.
Otherwise, those saved in the end would only be a new group of 'police officers'.
Shawn led the group to the last door.
This was Dawn's exclusive office door, a chasm symbolizing power and bureaucracy, an insurmountable class barrier between the 'upper class' and 'lower class' in the Hospital.
Shawn raised his long blade high; the blade was tough and heavy, and it fell heavily onto the office door.
Crash--!!
A huge sound came, and several heads couldn't help but peek out from the patient rooms, including Doctor Steven from Ward 1.
They personally witnessed Dawn's office door being shattered by Shawn's single strike!
Silently using 'repair tools' to mend the Crescent Blade, Shawn stepped into the office amidst Dawn and Gorman's stunned gazes.
"Get out!"
Dawn was both startled and enraged, quickly putting on her clothes and roaring at Shawn.
But at this moment, Gorman, who was also bare-chested beside her, had already picked up a pistol and aimed it at Shawn.
Bang--!
Shawn did not dodge this shot.
The bullet spiraled through his flesh, embedding itself in the white bone of his shoulder.
[Damage 30, Passive Immunity 10%]
Blood continuously flowed, and his health bar dropped by 27 points, but it did not stop Shawn's forward movement.
Bang--!
Bang, bang, bang--!
Cold sweat constantly seeped from Gorman's forehead. He looked at Shawn's unstoppable demeanor and, in a panic, fired several more shots, but all of them grazed Shawn's flesh and blood body without exception.
They ultimately landed at the feet of the patients who had stopped at the doorway.
For a moment, everyone looked at Shawn in surprise.
'Is this man a god?'
Even after being hit, he didn't retreat a single step; all the bullets seemed to be avoiding him!
Some even began to interlace their fingers, gazing at Shawn's back, silently reciting passages from the Bible.
Strangely, as they looked at Shawn's back, it was as if they had witnessed a god born at the end of the world.
Shawn's pace quickened, his movements agile, so fast that visually it seemed as if he cleverly avoided the bullets with his footwork.
Although he still couldn't walk on walls and ceilings, Shawn could already easily use walls for temporary leverage.
Shawn turned sideways, kicked off the wall, spun around, and the high-raised long blade fell with the momentum!
Swish--!
This strike was fast!
The blade struck the body of the pistol, actually splitting the barrel in half, and then continued downwards, even severing Gorman's fingers!
After one strike, Gorman raised his mutilated right hand, retreating steadily, only able to support his trembling body with the table.
"You... you..."
Gorman looked at Shawn, this man he had only met once.
Who would have expected that the next time they met, Shawn would cut off his fingers with one strike.
After regaining his senses, Gorman stumbled forward a few steps, falling onto his scattered fingers on the ground, trying his best to pick them up.
"They can still be reattached, they can still be reattached!"
"Steven! Steven! Where in the world did you, that damn idiot, go again!!"
"You..."
But before Gorman could finish speaking, in his lowered gaze, a blade with nine metal rings suddenly appeared.
Shawn used the side of the blade to press against Gorman's chin, slowly lifting his face.
Shawn looked at him: "Who knows him?"
The implication: Who has a grudge against Gorman?
Several figures behind Shawn stirred, and the woman holding the needle walked first.
Coming before Gorman, she kicked him to the ground, and the needle in her hand directly pierced Gorman's artery.
However, due to long-term weakness and lack of experience in killing, Gorman was still thrashing about after this stab, wriggling on the ground like a worm.
But soon he stopped moving, because several more people followed closely behind the woman, continuously thrusting the needles in their hands into Gorman's throat until he lost vital signs.
Dawn, beside them, was terrified.
Everything happened too quickly, completely overwhelming her sanity.
She never had the courage a person in power should possess; otherwise, she wouldn't have been constantly ridden over by Gorman and others, having to consider their expressions for every decision she made.
She didn't even have time to properly put on her proud police uniform, grasping at the last shred of hope as she looked at Shawn!
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