"Someone attacked our base!"
Bang, bang bang!
Amid the words, bursts of gunfire resounded around, and the moment Emod heard the gunshots, his heart tightened.
You see, that place was not only one of his secret bases but also one of his important sources of income.
If anything unexpected happened, he would suffer an unbearable burden.
"Who is it?"
"Who is attacking?"
Emod growled low, his face contorting into a grimace with that roar.
"It's..."
Bang!
Another gunshot sounded, different from the previous ones around him; this one was right by his ear.
The speech stopped abruptly.
"What is it?"
"Speak up!"
Emod heard the gunshot, but he still hoped his subordinate had enough vitality to tell him the most crucial clue. Unfortunately, all he could hear on the phone was a heaving breath, the sound of someone choking on blood in their windpipe, trying to speak but being restrained, completely unable to catch their breath.
At the moment of death, most people are in this state.
