A gaping hole appeared in Altros's shoulder, causing him to drop the revolver and scream out in pain.
"AAAAAAAH!"
"Tsk..." Aston clicked his tongue, approaching completely unscathed. "You really are a piece of work. Had I not turned back the chamber, you would've shot me in the head."
His words fell on deaf ears as Altros continued screaming his lungs out. Being shot was nothing like it was in the movies, and it hurt more than the internet let on.
Furthermore, just how unlucky was he? If he hadn't hesitated, he would've been able to press the trigger again.
In the end, he was now sprawled out on the floor, with Aston standing over him, aiming his gun directly at Altros's forehead.
"Some things weren't meant to be," Aston said, a faint smile appearing on his face. "But if you're so curious as to why I didn't approve of your request, then I'll indulge you."
