In this world, everything has inertia. Killing unarmed people may feel unnatural at first, but once one person has been killed, by the tenth, one can gradually get used to it.
This is the state Xiao Hong and Sun Yuxuan find themselves in at this moment. From the initial surprise and reluctance, to the current numbness and indifference, within a few minutes, they seem to have experienced some of the most bizarre moments in their lives.
The heavily guarded Li Family villa, was now plunged into the silence of death. Along the way, there were bodies of gunmen with contorted and gruesome expressions. Some clutching their throats, others clutching their chests, their death was pathetic.
"Mr. Xiao, all these are just...?" Xiao Hong couldn't help but ask Xiao Qiang in a low voice.