A group of soldiers, armed to the teeth and dressed like special forces, wearing gas masks, surged into the entrance of the church.
The light outside the church shone in, landing on the tall and splendid man in the center.
He was wearing a black trench coat, from head to toe in pure black, donning luxurious black gloves, a pair of sunglasses sat proudly on his face, obscuring his features. All that was visible was a sharply chiseled chin and thin lips, radiating a malicious chill.
Without uttering a word, he stood there, exuding a chilling coldness that made people shiver at heart!
It was as if the devil had arrived.
In his hand was a gun, the bullet that had just killed someone had come from it.
This was definitely not an exercise. The gun was real, the killing was real. The guests were all terrified, lying on the ground, their hands raised in surrender.
Damn it, this wedding was enough to choke a person. They didn't know whether they were attending a wedding or a funeral.
