Explosive Shootout, and the Only Life

Thinking quickly, Gusman wavered between killing Norman and saving his business.

All five members of Norman's team were here.

If he wanted to take action, he would have to kill all five DEA agents. He couldn't afford the DEA's revenge.

Looking at his expression, Norman smiled.

He unhurriedly took out a metal box that was one-third the size of a palm from his chest pocket. He shook it next to his ear and listened to the slight rattle.

Opening the box, he took out one of the seven or eight capsules that was inside and popped it into his mouth.

A moment later, he slowly raised his head and twisted his shoulders. His face flushed, and the pain in his left arm gradually faded.

He lowered his head and looked at Gusman. "Give me the money, or I'll find someone to kill all of you!"

Gusman's anger, which had initially almost been suppressed, exploded. "You…"

Suddenly, a series of sirens rang out, and they swiftly closed in on them.