Bang! Bang!
Two more gunshots rang out, and the old tailor, rolling on the ground, suddenly had blood and flesh flying from both hands.
Ruined directly!
The one who fired was, of course, Ronan.
It's not that he's inherently vicious, but this assassin disguised as a tailor didn't behave even after his legs were broken, still attempting to counterattack stealthily, so naturally two more shots were needed.
The old tailor, with both legs and hands crippled, fell into true despair.
He steeled his nerves, ready to crush his own molars.
Just as he was about to exert force, an invisible power, like a heavy hammer, struck hard on his forehead.
The old tailor's eyes rolled back, and he fainted instantly!
"Officer!"
At this moment, Detective Kash, holding a gun, rushed into the clothing store.
Seeing the old tailor lying unconscious in a pool of blood on the ground, he was shocked to the core: "You, did you kill him?"
"Not dead yet."
