Blanco looked at Ethan Hunt's silence, a surge of joy in her heart.
Of course, she didn't want to die.
If she could make him realize how tough she was, maybe she could save her own life.
Just as she was about to speak again, her throat rolling with words…
She heard Ethan Hunt ask, "Are you done?"
Blanco was stunned as he pulled out a gun and aimed it at her head: "Biu!"
The bullet hit her head directly, and the blood spurted from the back, instantly staining the wall tiles red.
A hole appeared in the back of her skull.
Blanco's eyes were wide open, her face filled with terror as she leaned against the wall, her body softened, and she slid down, leaving a trail of blood behind her.
"Sorry, you talk too damn much!"
Ethan Hunt's face twitched as he remembered being tied to a bed by her, being violated—it was a humiliation!
It was like you go out PCing, and end up with a short, greasy fat slob (like me); you have to look at his lecherous smile and play along, moaning a little.
