Several people around dropped to the ground.
"What's going on?"
The leader looked up in panic as the people around him fell one after another, then raised his head to look toward the source of the noise.
A man rushed in, and the leader's face instantly filled with horror.
Waylon Lewis looked down at the people on the ground, a sharp pain suddenly striking his chest, his eyes narrowing as a surge of anger and bloodlust filled them.
She was covered in blood, it wasn't clear whether it was hers or someone else's.
Her clenched fists made a spine-chilling "creak, creak" sound.
He bent down to pick up the person on the ground as Hope Williams watched Waylon Lewis with bitten lips, her crimson eyes misting with emotion.
The man's voice was cold, devoid of any warmth, "Kill."
"It's Waylon Lewis, pull back," the leader ordered in utter disarray.
Too late.
The men behind Waylon Lewis raised their weapons, and a barrage of gunshots rang out.