Cold sweat spilled from Bansey's forehead.
He subconsciously reached for his gun.
But his body was as heavy as if it were filled with lead, or frozen stiff in the cold wind, completely unable to move.
And just at that moment—
Bang, bang bang!
The gun fired.
Edward, with a calm expression, fired three shots in rapid succession, shattering the rolling head, which could no longer move.
The car door swung open, and Jason stepped out.
His expression was just as calm, his demeanor indifferent.
Edward followed closely behind.
Bansey was the last to step out.
Moreover, by the time Bansey came over, Jason and Edward had already started a meticulous examination of the scene.
He turned his head and glanced surreptitiously at Jason and Edward.
Eventually, he couldn't hold back any longer.
"Captain, Jason, aren't you scared?" Bansey asked.
"Scared?"
"Why should we be scared?"
"Dead people aren't living people, what's there to be afraid of?" Edward retorted.
"But, but..."
