The old woman looked at the dark muzzle of the gun, seemingly at a loss for words, but the tense corners of her mouth naturally relaxed a little.
But she waited for a moment, watching the tall man pull the trigger, yet no bullet was fired.
And at this moment, the tall man was also somewhat bewildered as he looked at the gun in his hand.
He removed the magazine and found that it was already empty, with no bullets left.
"I remember I loaded it full before we set off, and I only fired one shot," the tall man glanced at the gun in his hand, confused, then turned to the short man on his right, "Give me your gun."
"Sure." The short man immediately handed over his gun, casually saying, "Boss, why don't we sacrifice this old lady and earn some Grace."
Hearing his suggestion, the tall man's face turned cold, and he knocked the short man on the head with the gun's handle, "Idiot, are you afraid people won't know it's our Church's doing?"
