The gunshot exploded by my ear, roaring with the fury of the Death God. Luo Zheng's body tensed, dead. Just like that, dead. I guess that means I've let down the one who always has that cold, emotionless face, my love. Such a pity, but, why don't I feel any pain? Why can I still think? This is such an odd sensation. Can the dead still think?
"Bang, bang, bang!" Three more shots rang out, followed by a voice booming like thunder, "Quick, finish him off."
"Eh, why does that voice sound so familiar?" Luo Zheng looked around in a daze, following the sound, and saw a familiar figure running toward him with a gun, sprinting and firing continuously. Luo Zheng looked in disbelief at the other side; it was Fox Wolf, desperately running the Bullet Avoidance Steps on the rooftops to dodge the incessant gunfire.