Chapter 543

The officer with a hooked nose approached Jane and crouched down, his viper-like triangular eyes locking onto her large, glistening ones. Jane instantly felt as though her heart had been seized, her fingers reflexively tightening around the small pistol in her hand. This sensation was something she hadn’t even experienced when facing the Nightmare. "Jane," the officer spoke in broken English, his voice grating. "I admire you. Had we met under different circumstances, we might have even been friends." His gaze dropped to the small hand clutching the pistol, and he extended his own claw-like fingers toward her. "Jane, hand that little toy over to Uncle. Such dangerous playthings aren’t for children." A flicker of surprise crossed Jane’s eyes. In the next instant, she leaped back two steps, raising the pistol and leveling it at the officer. With a sharp click, she chambered a round, her finger poised on the trigger. But the hooked-nose officer swiftly yanked Michelle in front of him, usin