"Must take out the last Assassin."
It's always tricky with these low-profile, identity-less nobodies; miss them today, and they become ghosts—elusive.
Letting him go would mean a future regret every time Sean's name is mentioned; thoughts wouldn't be clear, and a centered mind would be unsteady.
No chance, let it be. But with the opportunity lying ahead, death is the only option, even if it takes chasing him to the ends of the earth—to kill the Assassin who took Sean's life.
Now, clarity has been restored.
Shooting a moving target with a handgun is one thing, but shooting from a moving position at another moving target is an added complication; missing the mark is quite ordinary for Gao Yi.
Thus, Gao Yi wasn't dismayed by his gun skills. Glancing back and seeing two policemen about to get up, he casually transferred the emptied pistol to his left hand and, aiming the gun at the two officers, barked sharply, "Get down!"
