"Carl Jacob?!"
After a flash of affected shock in Flynt Fleming's eyes, he then indignantly and angrily spoke: "So you're the leader of that terrorist organization, and you want Flora Company to buy flow for terrorists like you?!"
"Dream on!"
"Flora Company will always be loyal to the Federation and will never betray it. Even if I die, I will never buy flow for terrorists like you!"
"Go ahead, kill me!
"How does giving my life for the Federation matter?!"
"..."
Kerr Cowell looked speechlessly at the flabby cheeks on the man's face and the man's hypocritical expression. He knew the script well, but he hadn't expected the man to play the role so repulsively.
He sighed softly.
He waved his hand, slightly impatient.
Scar Dog strode forward with a sneer, grabbed the woman in the man's arms, and pressed the hand cannon to her forehead.
"Bang."
The gunshot rang out.
"No!!!"