Guardians of the Forbidden Underworld Chapter 144

"Go, Oliver, get out of here. I don't want to commit any more innocent murders."

Brett forced himself to suppress the tearing pain that had been lingering in his body. His face was grim and slightly distorted. He used a slightly dazed look to suppress the inexplicable drowsiness that came over him. He stepped forNolan and grabbed Oliver's relatively thin arm with his large, blood-stained hand.

"Don't talk yet." Oliver's voice was almost inaudible, and he put his index finger against his lips, making a "silence" gesture.

Then he picked up the "White Bear" pistol that he had dropped under the table in a hurry, pulled the trigger, and aimed at the spinning wheel of the "tape recorder".

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