As soon as this voice emerged.
The air around seemed to freeze significantly.
On the helicopter.
Byron Johnson, who shouldn't have been here, held a black handgun, its dark muzzle already aimed at the head of the black-robed man on the island.
All he needed to do was pull the trigger, and it would be a fatal strike!
The black-robed man released his grip, slowly turned around, and lifted his face clad in the black robe. A pair of eyes covered by the robe 'looked' towards the person on the helicopter. A strange smile slowly spread on the half-lowered face revealed from under the hood, then he removed the robe covering his face.
A face, as bright and beautiful as a girl's, came into everyone's sight.
Silver strands of hair gently swayed with the sea breeze.
A face with a bright smile looked up at the person on the helicopter: "Ah, oops, it seems you've discovered me a long time ago."
As his voice fell.
A bullet accurately struck his calf.