The shaking, obese figure clutching his head wasn't the target, nor was the small figure half-crouching on the ground, over there—a figure of about the same height was making a break for it…
With a flick of his right hand, he directly pulled the trigger.
Boom!
Within a radius of 80 meters, this heavy hand cannon crafted by a master craftsman from Grey Forest Star could blast through the thin walls of these three shops.
The fleeing figure burst apart from the waist up in an instant, its upper body falling to the ground no longer moving, and the red outline in his field of vision quickly dimmed.
Heh, not the one.
Over here… hmm?
Testom frowned, about ten meters ahead and to his right, inside what should be residential building, a red silhouette was making itself inconspicuous against the wall.
This figure was much brighter than several others around it, obviously a sign of accelerated blood flow and rising body heat.
And the color on its back was much dimmer…
It's you!
