The subtle movement did not escape Cairo's ears. He instantly pulled out his gun and pointed it at the wall where the sound came from. The people on the other side seemed to have given up resistance and slowly moved out with their hands raised.
"Don't kill me, I just came out because the door was open."
The dirty little boy, about seven or eight years old, was wearing a torn robe. His presence was so low that Cairo recalled the aggrieved look hidden beside the crew.
Cairo did not relax his vigilance just because he was a child. There were many children in the killer organization. They relied on their innocent appearance to complete the task better than adults.
"Stretch out your hand." The boy was puzzled, but he still stretched out his hand as he was told. His palm was unexpectedly whi
