Accompanied by the crisp sound of the bullet being stimulated and the smell of gunpowder in the air, a bullet passed through his brain, bringing out a large piece of red brain matter wrapped in white brain tissue. He fell to the ground with a plop and died so much that he could not die anymore.

The large-caliber revolver has an amazing power that even knocked half of its skull away.

The tragic way of death immediately caused many people to scream.

As the best, they have never seen such a bloody and cruel scene.

Especially if you die, you will still be your own relatives.

"Oh, this is such a pity. He died easily without even a round. Could it be that he had done too much before and was retribution at the critical moment? And I heard that in Christianity, those who commit suicide cannot go to heaven. Oh, I almost forgot. The Azrael family started out by doing opium business, and later turned to the fields of medicine, finance and arms. With what you did, you should have gone to hell, so there is no difference."

Allen ignored the crowd of people who were panicking and screaming, and stuffed another bullet into the wheel.

No hesitation!

He once again pointed the trigger at his temple in front of countless eyes.

Click!

It's empty again if nothing unexpected happens.

"It's your turn to make your choice, my dear friend." Allen handed the gun to Murta Azrael.

However, before the latter could come back from the shock, the members of the Azrael family retreated in panic.

Some men who are used to selfishness even try to curl up and hide behind the elderly, weak, women and children.

"Bastard! You...what do you want to do? Many of them are innocent women and children!" Murtha Azrael asked angrily.

"Innocence? Do you mean these ladies and ladies who take the opportunity to sell arms and use financial means to plunder wealth and live a luxurious life that ordinary people can't imagine? If they are worthy of calling them innocent, what are the civilians who died in the war? What are the orphans who are displaced because of the war and have no food to eat?" Allen asked with a sneer.

While speaking, he raised his gun and aimed at the psychopathic distortion of Murta Azrael, the mother who was full of malicious intentions to the adjuster group, and pulled the trigger without mercy.

Bang!

Another gunshot, the old woman who indirectly created the extremist blue cosmos fell to the ground, covering her chest that was constantly bleeding, and opened her mouth to say something.
Chapter completed!