He walked slowly forward, vomiting along the way, until the footsteps behind him came to a halt.
He clutched his stomach, stopped walking, and slowly turned around, looking at those people calmly staring at him, their weapons raised in their hands.
"Thick-shelled crab..."
The sound of gunshots suddenly intensified, the small-caliber bullets still deadly at close range.
His body was instantly riddled with small holes, blood beginning to ooze out, and even his face and head were hit multiple times.
The over two-hundred-pound body fell to the ground with a thud in seconds, as if shaking the earth twice.
Two children cried as they continued to run forward, but just as they were about to leave the street, several men in the same trench coats appeared at the street corner.
They looked coldly and mercilessly at the two running little beings...
