The sudden burst of gunfire interrupted the words of the young man with the small mustache.
He looked down at his chest, which had been penetrated by a bullet, his clothes already stained red with blood and still spreading outwards instinctively, he turned his head, wanting to see who had fired the shot.
Stained red, he saw John.
John, dressed in a black suit and white shirt, was holding a gun, pointing it at his forehead.
"Wait..."
Bang!
Another shot.
However, this shot was aimed at the forehead.
The bullet pierced through the young man's brow, and the mustachioed youth fell to the ground.
But the gunfire didn't stop.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three swift shots, and three accomplices, one with a knit cap, slender, and muscular, lost their ability to move.
Then?
Bang, bang!
Two more shots, and the two with knit caps and slender figures collapsed with bullets in their brows.
Only the muscular man remained.
"Don't, don't kill me!"
"We were just hired!"
"We were just hired!"
