Chapter 270: The Fisherman reaping benefits
What he wasn't able to see was that before he even died, another bullet ran through his head turning it into some kind of exploding watermelon.
If he were still alive watching that scene he would have probably died once again due to his anger.
Such an expert like him, that was so close to being promoted to a Core Elder in his organization, someone whose life would take a turn for the best, women, wealth, standing, had died like that.
Forgetting about dying a memorable death, or even a death befitting his level, he didn't even have his body in one piece when he died.
His brain matter had spread all over the place, as there was nothing were once stood his head. There was no way of easy recognition of his body.
And perhaps no one would ever find his body in this damn desert that he didn't like in the least, but there was nothing he could do anymore, as he was gone.