The old woman looked at the black muzzle, seemingly unsure what to say for a moment, but the tension at the corners of her mouth naturally eased somewhat.
She waited for a while and watched the tall man pull the trigger, yet no bullet came out.
The tall man also looked at the pistol in his hand in confusion.
He ejected the magazine and discovered that it had long since been emptied of bullets.
"I clearly remember loading it full before we left. I only fired one shot just now," the tall man said blankly as he glanced at the gun in his hand, then turned to the short man on the right. "Give me your gun."
"Sure." The short man immediately handed over his gun and casually said, "Boss, why don't we sacrifice this old hag? We could earn ourselves a Gift too."
At his suggestion, the tall man's face darkened. He took the gun and smacked the short man on the head with its butt. "Idiot. Are you afraid people won't know this was our church's work?"
"But didn't the priest say," the short man said hoarsely, clutching his head, "that 'K' is an incarnation of God?"
"The priest told us not to publicize our identities," the tall man said casually. "He said we need to investigate it first so others will believe it. Anyway, smart people's minds are always full of twists and turns. We just need to carry out the orders. Don't ask so many questions."
"Yes, yes!" The short man hurriedly nodded while holding his head.
The tall man took the short man's pistol, opened the magazine, glanced at the nearly full bullets inside, then inserted it again and aimed the gun at the old woman. "Sorry to keep you waiting, old lady. I'll send