The bullets were almost silent when they were fired.

When the "bang" sounded, Luther's long body slowly fell backwards. The swirling flawless snowflakes were dancing like beautiful butterflies suddenly gathered and scattered.

He fell heavily to the ground in the light and streaking snowflakes.

In the chest, a shot was fired right where the heart was, and the burnt fabric of the coat formed a black hole.

He was motionless, lying on the ground, his handsome face pale, his eyes closed.

After the gun went off, at first Charlotte couldn't believe it. She cautiously walked up, crouched down, reached out, went to probe for breath, and felt nothing at all ...

surroundings were

shocked, backed up a few steps, and then, she laughed uncontrollably. The laughter was too harsh, and even the snowflakes were

in tears, "Haha, Luther is dead, he's dead. How

kill someone you love so much. You are much more

rested on her wrist holding the gun, trembling so violently that she couldn't control

crap and tell me,

you, she's in a secret hospital on Hill

Hill 372.

she

Heath family is gone, the power has been taken away by Otis, just you? You

is dead, no one can help you. Joyce, you are really stupid, you really

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