"You..."
"Black Hawk!" Cesar didn't have time to listen to more of what she wanted to say, nor did he have the time to see how she viewed him now.
Wen Qiao didn't dare speak, standing aside, her hair soaked with sweat.
The man with a dark face and sunglasses strode in through the cargo door.
As he walked in, he smelled the strong scent of blood.
Cesar was facing away from him, the woman sitting on the ground, blood on her.
He breathed a sigh of relief; though they had risked coming here, the fact that Cesar could kill this disaster with his own hands was a good thing.
"Heh, you finally decided to kill her."
Black Hawk took a few more steps in, but before he got close, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Cesar, what's wrong?"
Cesar turned around, looking at the gaping wound in his abdomen, blood gushing out, "You..."
"Bang!"
"Bang bang bang!"
The silenced handgun fired shot after shot, unexpectedly hitting Black Hawk in the chest and head.
