"Hmm, loyalty is good." Victor nodded, seemingly accepting this statement.
He casually took a polaroid camera from a nearby bodyguard, handed it to Hummels, and then pointed with his chin at those distant "targets," "Go, do me a favor, run over there, take some close-up shots of those who haven't died yet, I want to see the effect."
Hummels was baffled, completely unable to understand what Victor wanted to do. But Victor's order couldn't be disobeyed, so he could only tremble as he took the camera, glanced at the bloody scene in the distance, forced himself to suppress the fear and nausea, and started jogging over there.
Watching his receding back, the smile on Victor's face gradually faded. He raised the handgun in his hand once again, aiming at Hummels' increasingly distant back.
Both Casare and Rohus held their breath.
"Bang!"
The first bullet hit the ground beside Hummels' heel, kicking up a spray of dust.
