"You, come up."
Salsedo's legs were weak, almost collapsing to the ground, but under the eyes of two guards nearby, he could only move step by step to the other end of the long table, in front of Felix.
He stood still, his body still trembling uncontrollably, his face full of pleading and despair, opening his mouth to make one last struggle: "Mr. Gonzalez, I... I can explain..."
Felix didn't listen to his explanation.
Under everyone's gaze, he placed his right hand holding a silver Colt revolver under the table and pressed it firmly against the center of Emilio Salsedo's brow!
The plea on Salsedo's face froze instantly, his pupils enlarged to the limit.
"Bang!!!"
The deafening gunshot exploded in the confined meeting room!
The sound was so loud that it made eardrums buzz, even drowning out some people's subconscious screams.
