Boom—
A thunderclap erupted in the sky.
He Ao looked up at the sky, as cold raindrops fell on his cheeks, slightly alleviating some of the pain on his skin.
The sound of drizzling rain rose on the silent, deserted streets, the droplets falling from the sky.
Under this rain, the fierce flames inside the car shrunk a little.
The figure following He Ao looked up at the raining sky.
Slowly, he reached inside his wide coat.
Clear raindrops fell on the heavy, dry coat, casting faint colors on the shallow fluff.
His hand gradually came out from the coat, his index finger and middle finger joined to pinch a white cigarette, which he lit with a silver lighter.
The specks of orange-yellow flames flickered amidst the rain, and behind their dappled light, another man at his side slowly drew a pitch-black handgun from his coat and aimed it at He Ao's back.
His index finger rested on the trigger.
Bang—
A bright yellow bullet exited the muzzle, striking the fiercely burning car.
