"Oh?"
"You figured it out?"
With those intrigued words, a figure emerged from the darkness, revealing his true appearance.
He was a man nearing the end of middle age, with wrinkles crowding the corners of his eyes and temples already gray. He was somewhat overweight and seemed to have a disability in one foot. He walked with a slight limp, dragging an even more grating noise from the old wooden stairs with every step.
But what drew everyone's attention was the... gun in his hand.
It was not a standard-issue weapon, but one someone had made himself.
It might not have had the power of a standard-issue gun, but no one doubted that this homemade handgun could kill.
"W-what do you want?"
Aike De asked, his voice trembling slightly.
He backed away as he spoke, naturally shrinking behind Qin Ran. The lighting technician and cameraman were no different. Though all three were young and strong, and none was entirely unarmed, their instinct was to retreat when suddenly confronted by a gunman.
Mei Huasheng was different from the three of them.
After the man appeared, she did her best to stay beyond the reach of the light, then edged closer to him.
She wanted to catch the gunman off guard and seize his weapon.
She had done this more than once.
And she had succeeded every time.
So she was quite confident.
But...
This time was different.
"Officer Mei Huasheng, please stop where you are."
"Otherwise, I can't guarantee the safety of the people in front of me. Though this is a homemade handgun, killing any one of them at this distance wouldn't be difficult."
The gunman suddenly spoke.
He even raised the gun slightly to show that he was not joking.
"Stop!"
After that sharp command, Mei Huasheng stepped out