First Blood

Bang, bang!

Two quick shots were concealed by the rolling thunder.

The smoke diffused.

There was a terrifying blood hole on their forehead, and two figures, one after another, fell into the pool of blood.

The silver revolver was hoisted again, and Garek dropped the guitar case to the ground.

He walked forward and dragged the two bodies from the clock tower window to the wooden box under the stairs. He took out two claymores from his backpack and placed them behind the locked wooden door.

Unless there was something wrong with the clock tower, under normal circumstances, no one would come to the attic. In addition, the Colombian police must have done their homework and temporarily closed this clock tower during the visit of Xin delegation.

After he had set up the trap, he returned to the window and opened the redwood guitar case.

Large and small parts neatly filled all the space in the guitar case.