He fell to his knees, clutching his head, and pleaded painfully, "Spare me."
Lance looked down at him condescendingly and raised the handgun in his hand.
"Bang!"
"Bang bang!"
Large-caliber handguns—Madol liked large-caliber weapons, unlike Hiram who preferred more ammunition.
The large-caliber bullet not only easily shattered the skull of the last survivor in the elevator, but also left a deep pit on the elevator floor.
He looked around and finished off a few who might not be completely dead or were pretending to be dead. Soon, the entire top floor fell completely silent.
Those resting in the side hall heard the gunfire end and emerged from the side hall.
Seeing Lance standing in a white suit among the scattered corpses, his pant legs stained with blood, whether it was Albert or Andy, after the shock, they averted their gaze from Lance.
The arrogance and pride Andy carried disappeared.
