An agent's loaded gun would never fire half a second late.
As he watched Elliot collapse with a bullet through the heart, he slowly lowered his arm. The shareholders who had rushed in behind Elliot—Talia, Harvey Dent, Jason Todd, Oswald Cobblepot, and Dick, who entered last—all stared at Schiller in shock.
"FBI Special Agent Schiller Rodriguez," Schiller said expressionlessly. "The Federal Bureau of Investigation suspects Thomas Elliot of murdering the Eliot couple years ago. I was ordered to investigate. During our confrontation, he refused to cooperate and assaulted a federal agent. I will charge him with resisting arrest, assaulting a federal agent, and other crimes. Any questions?"
"You killed him!" Dent stepped forward, staring incredulously at Elliot's body on the floor. "Even if you were investigating him, you couldn't just kill him!"
"I told you. He assaulted a federal agent."
Dent stared at Schiller in disbelief, trying to find even the slightest trace of guilt on his face. But unfortunately, Schiller was like every FBI special agent—he killed without batting an eye.
"Wait, Agent, did you just say Thomas killed his parents?! My God, how is that possible?"
"How old was Thomas when the Eliot couple died? How could he have done something so cruel? I never thought he was that kind of person..."
"Then could the case of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne back then also have been..."
"Jesus, I knew something was wrong at the time. We worked with a murderer for so long—just thinking about it gives me chills!"
"Didn't you hear the agent? He even dared to assault a federal agent! During the bridge bidding, I saw him smashing things in the preparation room. He was a violent maniac!"
The shareholders chattered among themselves, sounding as though they could not believe what Elliot had done. Yet one