Cairo had been prepared for a long time, and from the moment he turned around, he accepted the result of becoming a dry skeleton.
Cairo listened quietly to the rustling behind him. His tongue tip scraped the soft flesh in his mouth, the night wind teased his forehead hair, and he raised his head like he did that day when he confronted Mr. Collin, and glared at the heavy night sky.
"Bang!——"
His eyebrows trembled, and he suddenly closed his eyes and opened them again. His eyeballs were already tightly wrapped with bloodshot.
There was no extra bloody hole on his body, and his heart was still beating, but the person who had not been killed just now was shot again.
Everything returned to calm, the woman held the gun tightly, she looked at the hole between the man's eyebrows, and realized
