Minamoto Wakasei took a deep breath. As expected, he still found it difficult to communicate with a lunatic like Caesar.
He pulled an MP5 submachine gun and a Suomi M1931 submachine gun loaded with Mercury-core hollow-point bullets from behind his back, holding one in each hand with the muzzles aimed straight down into the pitch-black elevator shaft, seemingly without the slightest need to worry about recoil or aim.
On the beams of the elevator shaft, swarms of Ghouls had already climbed to a height of about the tenth floor. Their throats emitted excited and joyful roars as they smelled the wonderful scent of blood in the air gradually growing richer.
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