Clack!

The fourth shot wasn’t loaded, either. The elite with explosives strapped to his chest started to sweat uncontrollably…

The other elites had their eyes frantically twitching as well.

The first three shots were still manageable, but the last few shots were just completely suicidal!

Abel’s face had completely lost all color. He wanted to charge right toward the elite, but he barely held the urge.

He was afraid the elite would pull the trigger a few more times out of panic.

The shadow of death loomed around the entire place, sending cold shivers down everyone’s spine.

Julian cackled without any remorse and twisted his body.

“If you don’t do as I say, every single one of us might just die in the next shot!”

“Is that so?”

Harvey smiled.

Then, he took a step forward at lightning speed.

Before the elite with explosives strapped on to him managed to come to his senses, Harvey instantly snatched the revolver.

“Bastard!”

Julian was boiling with anger, to the point his chest