The pitch-black bullet went straight through the Cruz kid's brain, shot out from the other side of his chin, and with the remaining power, hit the concrete floor, making a crisp sound.
"Big brother...what are you doing?" The Cruz kid turned his head with difficulty, trembling all over, and stared at Wright with his blood-red eyes.
The revolver bullet did not explode in his brain, it merely passed through.
Tears and blood were flowing from his eyes. He stared at Wright with resentment with his clear eyes, and continued to mutter something, as if begging.
However, bright red blood flowed out of his mouth, making him unable to utter a single word.
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