Chapter 575

"Walker!"

Michael exclaimed from the side, aiming his muzzle at Oliver and pulling the trigger without hesitation.

Bang! Bang!

Bullets instantly pierced Oliver's chest, and he collapsed to the ground at once.

Immediately after, before he could raise his gun to counterattack, Michael strode forward with his rifle raised, the smoking muzzle hovering right above the center of his brow.

Bang!

A bloody hole appeared on Oliver's forehead, and with his eyes wide open, he gradually stopped breathing.

At this moment, Chris and the others also rushed over with their rifles raised, training their muzzle on the only remaining guard.

The guard raised his hands, trembling all over in terror.

"Spare... spare my life!"

His legs turned to jelly, and with a thud, he dropped to his knees.

"My child was just born last month, please don't kill me!"

Hearing this, Chris, with his finger resting on the trigger, hesitatingly moved his finger away and turned to look at Mike.

"Boss..."

By this time, Mike had already reached the dying Richard Walker.

He simply tossed the brown paper bag containing one hundred million dollars in bearer bonds onto the ground.

Then, he ripped the hockey mask off his head, dropped to his knees with a thud, and pressed both hands hard against the gunshot wound on Richard Walker's chest.

"Walker..."

"Ol... Old man..." Richard Walker replied tremblingly.

Mike's delicate mustache was somewhat disheveled at the moment, and he asked with an unusually calm expression, "Any last words, brother?"

"Heh... heh heh..." Richard Walker let out a soft chuckle, coughing violently the next second.

"Don't get excited, brother." Mike comforted him like a church priest.

Richard Walker's chest heaved violently, his breathing turning very heavy and rapid.

"Smoke, give me a cigarette."

Mike nodded, letting out the hand pressing against the