Just one holess person from a large district was enough to give a dium-sized company severe headaches, let alone three...
However, they actually achieved it; after the holess had disappeared, the city’s appearance really improved.
True, according to unreliable sources, it was the Keyin Company’s operatives who mingled among the holess, inciting those from EF district to move to D district. With this, neither the citizens of D district nor those of EF noticed the disappearance of these holess people.
If the information were true, then it was obvious that this massacre of the holess wasn’t a spur-of-the-mont decision, but had been preditated, with lives being exchanged for money that flowed into Keyin Company’s accounts.
And the one who proposed all this was the middle-aged man who had been kidnapped.
"Cassie, he... he had called to leave with him... Now that you ntion it, I indeed haven’t heard from him for a while," rembered one of the holess in the crowd, who, after a mont of fear, seethed with anger.
As the crowd began to stir slightly, their voices gradually joined together, "Executioner! Kill him! Executioner! Kill him!"
The crowd’s emotions ran slightly high.
"Shush—" the Fox quelled the noise of the crowd and looked at the middle-aged man behind him, "Now, what I’m about to demonstrate is catching a bullet with bare hands, so don’t blink. Especially you, scum sir; watch carefully, this might save your life."
The Fox loaded five bullets one by one into the chamber and then spun the full cylinder—bullet chambering.
He tossed the pistol to Devil Wind, then made a "please" gesture toward Devil Wind.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang—" four shots were fired.
After the flash and faint gun smoke, the Fox remained unscathed; he opened his hand, and four bullets dropped from it onto the ground.
The audience below burst into amazed exclamations.
"See, pretty simple, right?" the Fox said with ease and smiled. Then he brought the middle-aged man to the front of the stage and unlocked his handcuffs, "Now, it’s your turn to perform."
"By the way, anything you want to say? You can consult ," he said, looking at the middle-aged man as he removed the cloth from his mouth. "Hmm, you’ve got three sentences."
"I..." the middle-aged man, his forehead covered in sweat and his face flushed red, stamred, "I don’t know how to... I..."
"First sentence," the Fox lifted one finger.
Realizing that the main issue wasn’t about whether he could perform, the middle-aged man started to desperately explain, "I’m just one of the decision-makers. This plan wasn’t within my control to agree to; you can’t bla ..."
"Second sentence," the Fox said, his voice devoid of any fluctuation as he extended a second finger.
"I..." the middle-aged man looked at the fiercely indignant crowd below and then towards the distance, calling for the police who still hadn’t arrived in his mind.
He was going to die here; these people weren’t going to let him live.
After a brief silence, the middle-aged man suddenly understood, so his face contorted into sothing ferocious, and he yelled hysterically, "I did nothing wrong! These holess people can’t create any value in their whole lives; compared to the resources they consu, they are just wasting resources. They are the real scum that society should dispose of! I didn’t..."
"Bang—" Devil Wind’s gun fired.
A bloody hole appeared in the middle-aged man’s chest, the close-range kinetic energy of the revolver comparable to a heavy sniper rifle.
Jiang Shu paused the video; there was nothing good to see after that. He opened a second video, an additional one labeled "Bullet chambering."
This was not fild by the sa person; it was clear from the angle that it was another spectator’s recording.
The second video was in slow motion, blurry, but one could make out that all five bullets had been fired from the chamber.
Although only a fast-moving black line was captured.
"Damn," Jiang Shu cursed, "how could there actually be a lunatic with a high-speed cara filming this."
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