Chapter 2439
Everyone had moments when their emotions exploded, sometimes merely because of some utterly trivial matter!
There had once been a serious assault resulting in death in the Federation. A young man had been walking along the sidewalk when he lightly bumped into three people coming from the opposite direction.
His shoulder bag slipped off during the collision and fell to the ground.
All four of them stopped. The person among the three who had bumped into him glanced at him, then intended to leave.
The young man looked at the three of them and calmly asked them to pick up his bag and apologize.
As far as young people in the Federation were concerned, you could punch me, but you couldn't demand that I apologize to you, even if I was actually in the wrong! The person who had bumped into him was also young. He bent down, picked up the shoulder bag, tossed it at the other man, said, "Don't start something," and turned to leave.
In his eyes, picking up the man's things and handing them back was already enough. Besides, it was hard to say who had bumped into whom in this "conflict." He had done more than enough! But the killer did not see it that way. He grabbed the other man's clothes and demanded an apology in an even more unusual tone, as if he were gritting his teeth!
The act itself was aggressive, and there were three people on the other side while he was alone.
So the young man on the other side knocked his hand away and said, "Fuck."
The killer immediately drew his weapon and fired at the three of them, emptying the magazine within seconds.
The young man who had been directly involved in the conflict was hit