168-169 My Queen
When the last gunshot rang out, Wen Maixue at the campfire screamed.
The scream pierced through the sky, and as the first rays of Sunshine touched the snowfield, hunters thought of the month-long hunting reward not yet received and rushed out in a hurry.
Orleans' hand kept pulling the trigger, the sound of empty gunshots still echoed in the barrel. Count Olson, who lay on the ground, had his eyeballs bulging out of their sockets, his hot blood melting into the snow, creating trenches.
In the camp, only two people were standing, Wen Maixue who was scared stiff, and Viscount Orleans who had killed the Count.
The rarely visited Alpine Mountains had not seen a major incident for many years, just before the onset of the deep winter, the arrival of over ten police cars made the entire Great Snow Mountain seethe.
