Mandela Effect ( Countryhumans )

Chapter 39 : Tiger

As Philia cautiously peered behind the door, she was immediately spotted by two guards standing beside it. However, Ophir, who was trailing behind her, couldn't see the events unfolding inside the room.

What he did hear, though, was a grunt followed by the sounds of a scuffle, and then the unmistakable thud of two bodies hitting the floor, leaving no doubt that the guards had been swiftly incapacitated.

“Uhhh...”

Philia wasted no time, efficiently lifting one of the unconscious guards over her shoulder. "You carry the other one," she instructed Ophir, her tone leaving no room for argument. "We can't leave them here."

Ophir obeyed without uttering a word, hoisting the second man onto his back. It didn't take long for him to realize just how heavy the guy was, and he began to struggle under the weight.

He glanced at Philia, watching in amazement as she effortlessly walked with a much larger man over her shoulder, making it look as if she were carrying nothing at all. Ophir couldn't help but wonder, "What the hell?"

Philia halted in the hallway and turned her attention to a wall-mounted map, likely used by the factory workers for navigation.

Ophir, puzzled, questioned, "Where are we going? Isn't the exit the other way?"

Philia, still studying the map, responded calmly, "Who said we have to escape? Don't forget why we're here in the first place."

They resumed their journey but soon encountered a few patrolling guards. Philia, thanks to her brief study of the map, managed to lead them on a detour to avoid being spotted. However, their luck didn't hold for long. The blaring alarm signaled their escape, casting the previously pristine white halls in a menacing red glow.

Ophir couldn't help but voice his bewilderment, "Why did the alarm only start now? Is the guy guarding the CCTV blind or asleep?"

Philia shrugged, a sense of urgency pushing her forward. "It doesn't matter. We need to keep moving. They'll be on high alert now."

In a hurry, Philia and Ophir threw the two unconscious men to the side, knowing that their escape had been discovered. They reached the monitoring room and found a guard inside, his face contorted in panic as he trembled while facing the two intruders.

Philia, showing an unexpected veneer of politeness, pointed the stolen gun at the guard and issued her demands with a friendly tone. "Apologies, I will have to force our way in, and also, I ask you to step aside and face the wall, hands behind your head."

Feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety, the guard complied without hesitation, stepping aside and positioning himself as instructed. The facade of friendliness did little to mask the underlying threat of the situation.

Philia handed the gun to Ophir without a second glance, her focus on the monitoring equipment. "Make sure he doesn't do anything funny," she instructed him.

Ophir complied with a cheerful response. "Of course~" He approached the trembling guard from behind and playfully prodded him with the gun, causing the guard to break into a cold sweat.

Ophir couldn't resist a laugh. "Hahaha. He's shaking like a quail," he remarked, thoroughly enjoying the man's discomfort.

Philia continued to hum absentmindedly, her attention fully absorbed by the surveillance screens. Her demeanor almost resembled a parent affectionately acknowledging their child's actions.

Meanwhile, Ophir's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he kept the gun pressed against the back of the guard's head.

“I have a question.”