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Chet fired the shots.
His weapon was a homemade double-barreled flintlock.
The first shot missed, but the second shot hitting was enough.
Watching that bastard collapse into a pool of blood and quickly fall silent, Chet remained perfectly calm. Even when Beiretz's two guards pinned him to the ground, his expression did not change.
By contrast, Beiretz's two guards felt their heads buzzing.
What happened?
How did Beiretz get assassinated?
What were we supposed to do now?
Most people knew that the two men were Beiretz's guards in name and his bodyguards in practice.
After what happened today, nobody would ever hire them again!
Simply put...
They were finished!
Anger, regret, and fear of the future twisted the faces of Beiretz's two guards.
Without hesitation, they swung their fists.
But before their punches landed, both men fled in panic.
Because-
A bomb!
There was a bomb tucked inside Chet's coat.
And its fuse was already lit.
"Madman!"
"Where did this madman come from?!"
The two guards screamed frantically.
Chet heard them, but not a flicker of emotion stirred in his eyes.
Had he gone mad?
Probably.
You bastards were the ones who drove him mad!
From the moment Chet came up with today's plan, he had never intended to leave alive. That was why he had made not only a double-barreled flintlock, but explosives as well.
Now he had killed that bastard with a single shot.
Next, it would be his turn.
With that thought, Chet closed his eyes without regret.
Then-
"Aah!"
A scream suddenly rang out beside him. Before Chet could react, the explosives hidden inside his coat were flicked into the air.
They flew toward Beiretz's office.
The bomb exploded the instant it flew into the tax collector's office. Amid the flash of fire, an even