"Brother," Peter said weakly. He felt guilty and helpless, and his pair of eyes struggled, and it seemed he was going to vent some emotion out, but his throat rolled and he bit his teeth. "Yes, I betrayed you. I heard that your shooting is very accurate and fast. Why not compare it with me?"
Welling was immediately infected, and replied, "You still don’t repent what you did."
"I haven't regretted it. Even if you let me choose again, I will still be like this." His gun was aimed at Welling, but his eyes were struggling constantly, his lips moved slightly, but he said nothing.
Welling looked serious. "Then I can only shoot!"
"Oh, we don’t know who will survive in the end!" Vichy's pistol lifted up and she immediately pulled the trigger.
And Well
