Chapter 146: Gentleness, Responses, and More Influence

Gunfire too is fire.

The continuous flashes lit up the faces of four men and also illuminated the death knell for three!

The waitress still kept her dumbfounded look as she slowly raised her hands, probably cursing herself for not actually having been asleep earlier.

The three who had been crouching at the table, eating, didn't even have time to react before they lost all resistance. After a series of "clack clack clack" from empty magazines, they slowly lay on the ground.

Elvin released his submachine gun to the person beside him and walked over to the three men.

By this time, one of them, a senior official, was not completely dead yet.

He was somewhat luckier, sitting in a position facing them.

When they pulled out their submachine guns, he had already tried to dodge, but how can a person outrun bullets?

The restaurant had only simple tables and stools, not even booths—he could be shot no matter where he hid.

But at least because he tried to dodge, he was hit the least.