In a fraction of a second, a dozen more gunshot sounds followed.
"Noooo! Jeryl!"
Jeremy shouted and pulled Jerlina closer to his chest.
Covering her ears, he whispered, "Don't look!"
"Don't look. It's okay…" he hugged her.
*Tic*
In front of him, the gun Gerard held in his hand fell on the ground with the muzzle cold. That was followed by Gerard kneeling on the ground. His back should have been punctured with at least half a dozen bullets has lodged in his torso and one bullet even passed through his abdomen.
Even in that state, Gerard turned to look in their direction. Charlie and the other men running at Gerard didn't mind the gun because it had no ammo. He probably didn't count his bullets and without reloading, he couldn't even hurt her although he pointed his gun at Jerlina.
And pointing his gun at Jerlina was enough for the men sent by Jonathan Erling to use him as target practice to show their skills.
"Jer…"
