Chapter 177 Extremists

• A while later, the coppery scent of blood made me halt the group. Once again, I had them wait there as I went ahead to check it out.
• The clearing up ahead was a mess. Spots of crimson splattered the grass, and I could see a bullet hole in one of the tree trunks.
• Digging out the bullet, I guessed it came from a submachine gun. Looking around to see if there were any more clues, my attention was caught by another tree.