A long, pitch black sniper rifle with ornate patterns drawn on gold lines on both sides was in James's hands. He was standing on the rooftop of Command Room, with a table placed beside him. The table was filled with armor-piercing bullets and explosive bullets. James was just like those nobles of the old days who enjoyed hunting animals. She happily stuffed each bullet into the magazine and started firing at them again at a constant speed.

However, what he was hunting was not ...