"Resist!"

"Yeah?"

"This should be!"

"Bang!"

"Keep an eye on him, I'll go take a look."

My eyes finally rested on the wooden chair.

"Anton, the wanted criminal, also had the same misunderstanding as you, so he thought I would hesitate, and he died as a result."

Ron left the room and learned from the hotel owner that the three groups arrived at the hotel more than an hour apart.

Except for the four shots just now.

The windshield shattered due to the violent impact and cut his cheek. Blood flowed from his cheek and dyed his shirt red.

Sitting on the sofa again, he opened the box and saw a box full of brand-new knives. Ron took a deep breath.

"call……"

After a long time, Ron exhaled a breath of thick air, his heart beating uncontrollably.

He closed the box, looking uncertain.
Chapter completed!