"Whoops? My hand slipped..."
Wei'en held his gun in one hand and Tina in the other. "Butler Collins, it seems you'll only be able to interrogate the remaining four."
"You...?!"
Elno's eyes were stretched so wide the corners tore, streaking blood down his face. The pus that had sprayed from Tiki's shattered head splattered across his front, eating bloody holes into him.
But he seemed to feel no pain. His eyes, full of hatred, were locked on Wei'en.
Meanwhile, the three men closest to Wei'en glared at him as if he were the devil, then roared and charged.
"I'll take you down with me!"
"No, don't, sto—"
Collins, having just snapped back to his senses, had barely opened his mouth to stop them when he saw that damned bastard Investigator calmly reload his gun and pull the trigger on the three men...
He couldn't help but shut his eyes in despair. 'I'll kill you. I will definitely kill you!'
BANG, BANG...
Regardless of his thoughts, the sound of gunshots followed.
