In an instant, silence became the main theme in the house.
No one fired a shot.
No one made a sound.
All that remained were faces scarier than the last.
This was a scene of terror they had never imagined.
One person, holding a handful of bullets, killed twenty or thirty people.
This...
This...
Is this a dream? Why can't I wake up from such a fright??
In the surveillance room, the highest-ranking members of the leadership didn't act; they observed the situation. They could leave only when things became desperate; otherwise, they would face the highest level of the organization's most terrifying punishment!
But now it seemed that punishment was nothing.
The horror of that punishment couldn't compare to what they were witnessing now.
"Downstairs, can they hold out for another two minutes?"
Someone inquired.
Unfortunately, no one could answer his question.
"Ding!"
The elevator doors opened.
