The man said nothing. A cold smile curved across his lips as he slowly drew a gun fitted with a silencer.He pressed the black muzzle against the center of Harriet's forehead with deliberate calm."Counting this one, I've killed you nine times. Let's hope this is the last." The man's voice carried no emotion, as though taking Harriet's life meant nothing to him, a trivial matter not even worth mentioning."No, no, please! Help!" Harriet screamed in utter despair.The only answer was the muffled sound of a gunshot.The next instant, blood sprayed across the wall. Harriet's eyes widened, and she crumpled to the floor, completely still.The man holstered his gun without a flicker of emotion. He looked down at her body for a long moment before he murmured in a hoarse, cold voice, "Hope you're smarter the next time we meet. Stay far away from us from the start. Don't get between Nicole and me again."With that, he turned and walked out of the blood-soaked basement without a backward
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