Big Dipper Doesn't Want to Talk to You, He Throws a Ghost Rider at You
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Luke, who was observing in secret, was cheerful.
Just two of the evil spirits were killed, and this pretentious prick couldn't take it.
The father was a straightforward man; when his clone died, it died. How could he have such a useless son?
While Luke was thinking this, Blackheart turned around and lunged at the spot Luke had fired from, but there was nobody there.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several bullets shot out from the shadows nearby, and Big Dipper's voice rang out. "Go to hell."
Blackheart turned around and lunged at the source of the sound again.
There was still no one behind the wall, except for a pistol set up with a remote and a small microphone next to it.
It was this remote control device that had pulled the trigger just now, and the words had naturally come from the microphone.
Luke had been communicating through the armor's voice system and microphone.