Jeremy forced himself to laugh at Dave's words that seemed to have gone out of his mind. "You… really want me to do that?"
Dave raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
Jeremy tossed his hair while taking a breath of disbelief. "Huh, you're crazy, huh? You don't want your life anymore, huh?!"
Dave grinned widely. "Even if you have a gun, right?"
Jeremy instantly paled. He suddenly remembered that the boss he was serving now didn't give him a gun. Cold sweat instantly covered Jeremy's temples. "A-ah… O-of course I… have."
Jeremy lowered his voice as he stuttered the words. The squad members immediately doubted the truth of Jeremy's words.
"C-captain… you're telling the truth, aren't you?"
Jeremy flinched and turned his head away. "O-of course!"
"Jeremy, Jeremy… You don't have a gun! I'm sure your boss doesn't fully trust you! Then…" Dave's hands went into the clothes he was wearing and pulled out an object that was tucked in his pants.
