"Bang!"
The man by the window gently blew away the wisps of smoke from the barrel of his gun.
As he watched a person collapse in the crowd not far away, a slight smile played on his lips; he withdrew his revolver and used his upturned pinky to gently adjust the slightly open curtains.
Screams and roars overlapped each other, blood red taking the place of the sunset blocked by the clouds... indeed, this was the true color that belonged on this street.
The militia, however, were unexpectedly weak; he had thought more people would die, but many bullets just whisked past their scalps.
Was it because he hesitated?
He didn't believe, though, that the mob would spare those people.
The corners of his mouth curled up in a sinister smile.
The real show had just begun!
A languid female voice came from the bed not far away,
"Really, what terrible taste. Couldn't you have done it discreetly?"
The man shook his head, his words leisurely,
