C124 You're Here to Deliver the Food Right?
After the gunshot's echo faded, a long spark traced the deserted road.
A 12 mm bullet clattered to the ground.
Miron's face remained expressionless, yet a cruel smirk curled at the corner of his mouth as his icy gaze fixed on the rooftop of the building.
From that rooftop, Roger peered through his scope, the coldness of Miron's expression and his disdainful eyes unmistakable