The wind was blowing hard, he stood on the roof of the tall building, his long silver hair moving with the wind, it was pitch black, he put his golden bullet in his sniper rifle, and looked through the thermal scope, a cold smile adorned his face when he saw Sherry, the traitor he had been chasing for a long time, and finally found, he didn't hesitate for a second and fired, but it seemed that it wasn't Sherry, but someone else who looked like her, an annoyed, cold.

"tch"

came out of his mouth, but then Gin heard your footsteps.