Chapter 11 — The Parrot Knows Too Much

Darkness is the perfect shield. Also a deadly trap. Officer Vuong clearly heard his own rapid heartbeat. He knew that from the moment Hua Chieu destroyed all the light, they lost the initiative. From hunter... to prey.

“Group two moves towards three o'clock!”

“Group four stay behind, pay attention up high!”

He continuously gave orders over the radio, trying to stabilize the situation. But the darkness magnifies the fear of all. Every corner of the container, every deep darkness... can hide death. A short, sudden cry rang out from the left wing.

"What is up?"

“What happened!” Officer Vuong shouted loudly, his voice sharp as a knife cutting through the night.

On the radio, a panicked young policeman rang out, saying that Tieu Ly was shot in the leg, couldn't see the target, her speed was too fast, she could only see a shadow passing by. Officer Vuong's teeth were clenched so tight that they made a squeaking sound. He immediately ordered the medical team to come to the left wing, his voice low and full of anger. In the darkness, that body still moved non-stop, not taking part in any attack. Every time the gun was fired, it immediately changed position, like an intangible shadow. Her target is not the fatal point, but the arms, legs, shoulders, each shot is calculated, not to kill but to break the ability to fight. What's even scarier is to break the will. This feeling is even more terrifying than confronting a bloodthirsty person, because you never know where the next bullet will come from, nor where on your body it will hit. That invisible fear is like a thin blade, cutting layer by layer into the human psychology, causing everything to gradually collapse.

"Captain! We can't hold on anymore!"

"Request reinforcement! Request support!"

The voice on the radio began to crack, someone lost control. Officer Vuong knew he had to do something, he couldn't continue to let his subordinates sacrifice in vain. He grabbed his anti-riot shield and took a deep breath.

"All hold positions! Open fire!"

“I'll go talk to her!”

Some people immediately objected, saying it was too dangerous, but he shouted back, gave a decisive order, then pushed everyone away, holding his shield alone and moving towards the direction of the densest gunfire. He walked and shouted loudly with all his strength.

"Hua Chieu! Come out here!"

“Your target is me!”

“Spare my comrades!”

“Come out here and talk!”

The only sound that rang out was his own footsteps, the surroundings were completely quiet, even the gunfire just now had disappeared. She… is very close. He felt a cold gaze from somewhere in the darkness locking onto him. He stopped, dropped his shield, even removed the gun from his side and threw it to the ground.

“I have no weapons.”

“I just want to talk to you.”

“Hua Chieu, I know you can hear me.”

“This is not what you want!”

“Think of Trinh Hao!”

“He's still waiting for you!”

“Think of your life, your small but warm apartment!”

“Think of the succulent pots on the balcony!”

“That's your world!”

The darkness still did not respond. Officer Vuong's heart gradually sank, he began to think that Hua Chieu's consciousness had been completely suppressed. Just as despair almost consumed him. A voice rang out from behind, on the roof of a container.

“I'm done Not yet?"

It was still that cold voice, but he realized there was something else in it, very light, like a pain just being touched. He immediately turned around and shined his flashlight. A thin body stood on the edge of the container, like a dark shadow looking down at him, his hair blown by the night wind.

“It seems… you really want to die.”

“She” slowly raised the gun, aiming straight at his head.

At that moment, King Vuong's heart seemed to stop beating. He looked at the black barrel of the gun, also at the eyes behind it, terrifyingly bright under the flashlight. He knew he had lost. The plan to use words to call Hua Chieu back... failed. He angered that dangerous personality.

“I just want to help you.” He spoke with difficulty, that was the last sentence he could say.

“Help me?” The figure above laughed.

“Your way to help… is to destroy everything I create?”

“Destroying her only peaceful life?”

“Turn her life into a joke?”

“You are no different from those people.”

The police officer closed his eyes. But the pain did not come. Only a metallic sound echoed nearby. He opened his eyes. On the oil tank next to me, a bullet hole appeared. She… shot miserably. Not a deviation. With the skill just now, there was no way it could be a mistake. That's a warning. Also a joke.

“I'm scared.” Her voice carried a hint of amusement.

“I see your legs are shaking.”

“Really interesting.”

Cold sweat drenched Consul Vuong's back. For the first time in his life, he felt death so close, and for the first time he felt so helpless. Right at that moment. Another voice rang out from far away.

“Don't touch her!”