The tall bodyguard's face slowly became pale with her words, as pale as a piece of paper, and even his lips lost color.
Taking the opportunity, Hazel said, "Boss, shoot at my heart. I'd rather die under your gun than this bastard's gun!" "Close your eyes." Zac pointed his gun at her.
"You…" The tall bodyguard was so frightened that his eyes were as wide as dead fish. Once the hostage in his hand died, he would be burned to ashes.
"Clap!" A loud sound shook the walls, tearing apart the frozen air.
"Ah –" the tall bodyguard screamed and dropped the gun in his hand, completely out of place.
Zac raised the gun in his hand slightly, and a bullet flew out silently, like lightning, through the air. It hit the middle of the tall bodyguard's eyebrows. He fell straight down without saying a word.
Zac rushed up like a hurricane, pulled Hazel into his arms and held her tightly.