"If you shoot them now, you will be worthy to be called my brother."
Garron Romanov said with a cold, calculating glare, as he handed the pistol to his brother.
Viktor took the cold, rather heavy pistol and looked at the two kneeling people in front of him. Though Garron was unable to see him, it was clear from his gaze that Viktor was hesitating.
The two of them were sweating vigorously, and they struggled to speak to Viktor. However, their mouths were taped shut, so they could only make unintelligible grunts.
Even Captain Patroski, the head bodyguard of the Romanov family and an ex-special forces officer, was still afraid in the face of clear death. He had been trained to keep his expression neutral back when he was still in the special forces, but no matter how hard he tried to cover it, his face still looked pale.
The more Viktor thought about it, the funnier it became. If the guy wasnt afraid of death, he wouldn't betray him and leave during the attack of the zombie horde.
