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

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

laughed out in tears, "Haha, Luther is dead, he's

are so cruel. How can you kill someone you love so much. You are

rested on her wrist holding the gun, trembling

the crap and tell me, where the

in a secret hospital on Hill 372. Hahaha. Without the coordinates, you'll never find it. The

Hill 372.

relieved that she finally knew

Charlotte glared at Joyce mockingly, "the Heath family is gone, the power has been taken away by Otis, just you? You can't turn it around!

are really stupid, you really killed Luther, you are simply stupid. No wonder

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