Throw Hands
編集者: Henyee Translations
"Where did you guys put him?"
The moment they heard these words, the man named BOSS subconsciously turned his muzzle to point in the direction where the sound came from.
However, there was no one there. He only saw something the size of a can flying past the door and rolling into the room.
The moment he saw the thing, his pupils suddenly shrank. He had a horrible feeling in his heart, but it was too late to react.
The burst of flames instantly injured most of the militants in the house. The man called BOSS quickly squeezed the trigger in his hand and shot a wave of bullets toward the door.
He saw a blood-covered figure.
However, before he had time to be excited, the moment he saw the face clearly, his heart sank to the bottom of his stomach.
The blood-stained face was not the face of the intruder but his colleague whom he had arranged to guard the door.