He returned to his office, sat behind the desk, then raised his wrist to glance at his watch, and slowly waited.
Cigarette smoke rose, hazy and unpredictable, and no one could guess what he was thinking at the moment.
At this time, more than a hundred meters away behind the window, the sniper glanced at the large group of people on the street opposite, carrying pistols, submachine guns, and even rifles, gathering toward this side. He turned and pulled out a handgun from his chest.
He had a premonition that today might be the last day of his life.
He originally had no intention of truly selling his life to Gory, although Gory indeed offered him enough money to buy his life.
After meeting Gory's gaze, both of them simultaneously shot towards the doorway.
Gory, meanwhile, moved some furniture aside to give them space to retreat.
The fierce gunfire made the people downstairs move faster; they didn't know if their people were fighting with the gunner, they could only speed up.
