Zhao Xiaoyue stared at the dark objects with a gloomy look in her eyes, and without hesitation picked up the lightest one and walked to the old woman.
His calm, intelligent eyes fixed on the person in the cage. "Do you want to escape this predicament?"
Before the old woman could answer, Zhao Xiaoyue raised her pistol, and the bullet struck the man in the heart directly. The man in the cage fell down, staring in disbelief.
She wanted liberation, but she wanted to leave this place; her treasure wasn't all spent... her money...
Sadly, she died!
Zhao Xiaoyue's lips curled up; unable to suppress the rage within her, she would quell it with slaughter.
The comic convention was a complete shock; is Zhao Xiaoyue even a twelve or thirteen-year-old?
Pull the bolt, load the gun, pull the trigger, aim—one second!
In the blink of an eye!
He walked over, about to say something, when he heard Zhao Xiaoyue casually ask, "Do you know how to use it?"
The person at the comic convention shuddered upon hearing this, "Are you... alright?"
"Hmm," followed by the sound of weapons being assembled.
Realizing something was wrong, the anime convention staff hurriedly tried to dissuade him while assembling the weapons.
"Zhao Xiaoyue, calm down. Don't let this affect you. We live in a peaceful era."
His words had no effect whatsoever. Zhao Xiaoyue could no longer hear anything; she had only one goal: to kill everyone here.
The person at the comic convention hurriedly pulled the person who was about to open the door, "Zhao Xiaoyue, let's wait a bit, calm down!"
He grabbed Zhao Xiaoyue's arm at the comic convention, but Zhao Xiaoyue had her gun pointed at his temple.
The voice was chillingly cold: "Let go!"
At the comic convention, Zhao Xiaoyue raised her hands above her head. She's acting very strangely. Doesn't she only have contact disorder? How come she also has bipolar disorder?
As soon as the people left, the anime convention worker picked up the unfinished gun and assembled it in a few quick moves.
He was stunned for a moment. This was... too skilled, wasn't it?
He'd played before? If he didn't when the casino was confirmed, then it's just another case of extraneous memories causing trouble!
Never mind, I turned around and chased after them!
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