The dark blue light flickered silently, as Peeping Tom's pupil focused and zoomed in, bringing the distant scene up close, with details clearly imaged on the retina.
"Interesting. Not saving lives, but just killing. But if it's about killing, why wait until the woman is dead before making a move?"
Peeping Tom's heart was full of suspicion, unable to fathom the hidden connections behind all of this:
"If to save someone, action should be taken in advance. If just to kill, wouldn't it be more exhilarating to kill two? In this situation, it surely can't be for punishing evil, right?"
He simply stopped thinking about it, instead further restraining his presence, reducing his sense of existence to the lowest possible.
Casually, he slowly raised his arm, a pitch-black finger silently extended from his sleeve, remotely aiming at the target's back, a virtual crosshair appeared in the center of his eye.
