Dawn Miles's shy expression instantly vanished. Her gaze sharpened as she looked ahead. "Confirm—"
Ditto's mechanical hand transformed into a remote, automatically fastening itself to Dawn Miles's arm.
Its body leaped through the window directly onto the car roof, transforming into a heavy weapon.
Dawn Miles put on the special glasses Ditto had given her and stared straight ahead.
"Master, firearms detected at your two o'clock."
Dawn Miles immediately zoomed in with her glasses toward the two o'clock position and saw several figures in black cloaks and silver masks chasing an injured person.
This area was very remote, with no cameras along the road. For over ten kilometers in every direction, there was nothing but forested mountains.
Ivan Lowell clutched his arm, panting heavily behind a tree.
His face was covered in sweat, and significant blood loss was making his vision blur.
'I hope I can make it back!'
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out—
