Mr. Smith's Rescue and Gratitude

Smith lowered his head and stared at the Glock on the ground in silence.

Suddenly, he picked it up and raised the gun.

The bearded man roared, "No, you can't…"

Bang! Bang!

The bearded man's expression froze as two bullet holes appeared in his forehead.

Smith didn't even bother to look at him. He moved his gun to the side.

Bang! Bang!

Two holes appeared in the forehead of the unconscious Hammerson on the ground.

Lowering the gun, Smith was breathing hard as he looked at the person in the shadows. "What now?"

When he asked the question, his finger trembled on the trigger; he was ready to attack if necessary.

The person in the shadows seemed to chuckle and also clapped his hands soundlessly, as if applauding Smith's decisiveness.

Then, the person unslung a black travel bag from over his shoulder.

Throwing the black travel bag down to Smith, the person in the shadows quietly retreated into the darkness.