Wild Bill's bloodshot eyes opened wide, his defiant and arrogant face filled with insubordination and stubbornness, until a cold gun barrel pressed against his chest.
Mike stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar.
"What the hell did you do, you bastard?!"
The team leader, who was always steady-tempered, had his composure crumbling faintly at this moment.
"Who told you to fire?!"
"Who?!"
Spattered with spit, Wild Bill couldn't help shrinking his neck.
The arrogant attitude that had previously defied everything instantly withered away due to the deep, chilling murderous intent rising all around.
"Hey! Guys, I surrender! I surrender!!!"
"Put down those darlings you've got aimed at my chest and back, OK!"
At the same time, he raised his hands quite sensibly and said in a weak tone, "We're a team, we're all family, we are a family!!!"
"Family my ass!"
Michael, whose temper was already hot-tempered, flew into a furious rage at the mastermind due to the tragic death of his friend Richard, cursing wildly: "It's all because of you, you jerk, that Richard died! I'm going to kill you, you bastard!"
Wild Bill's heart leapt wildly, and a layer of cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead.
The next second, with a thud, he knelt on the ground, to everyone's surprise.
"Mike, Captain, and guys... I was wrong, I apologize!"
Mike:...
Michael:...
The other criminal accomplices were also stunned.
They looked at Wild Bill, who was decisively kneeling and begging for mercy before them, feeling somewhat incredulous.
Was this still the rash and tyrannical Wild Bill of before?!
Mike frowned slightly.
He let go of the grip on Bill's collar, half-squatted down, and looked straight into the other man's eyes.
"Richard Walker was a good guy..."
"Young... clever... obedient..."
"But now... he's dead."
"It was your reckless