America: I'm really not crazy

Chapter 110 Utter Silence

"You actually came back alive?"

Cruz's undisguised surprise confirmed Esther's suspicions that this "former boss" had been playing him all along... using his life.

Esther immediately bent down and smiled obsequiously, just like before.

"Boss, that guy inside is an idiot, I've already found out."

"His name is Li Wei, and he already trusts me to some extent, so I can..."

"Bang!"

Cruz slammed the butt of his gun down Esther's next words.

"Fuck you! You piece of trash! What use is his name to me!"

"What kind of 'weapons' does he have? Does he have any accomplices?"

Cruz questioned him irritably.

Esther, who had been thrown to the ground, clutched her stomach, her face contorted in pain.

Cruz gave him no time to catch his breath, rushing up and kicking him in the head.

"I told you to speak! Who are you trying to impress with that ugly face?"

"What! Is there something you're unhappy with about me?"

As Cruz spoke, he bent down, grabbed Esther's hair, and lifted his face up.

Despite her face being covered in blood, Esther was still forcing a smile.

"Boss, you're so powerful, what good is my dissatisfaction?"

Cruz was satisfied and then released Esther.

However, he quickly wiped his hands on his trouser leg with a look of disgust.

"You're smart."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he suddenly kicked Esther over without warning, placing his foot on Esther's head.

"But this isn't the answer I'm looking for. You only have one chance."

The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against Esther's head.

"One person! One gun! Nothing else! He wanted to surrender! But he was afraid of dying!"

Esther screamed in terror, because he knew that was exactly what Cruz wanted.

Cruz raised an eyebrow, then pulled out his secondary weapon from his back waist and threw a Glock 19 in front of Esther.

"In that case, I'll give you five minutes."

"Use this gun to kill him, then cut off his head and bring it to me."

After saying that, Cruz moved his foot away, took two steps back, and looked like he was watching a show.

Cold sweat broke out on Esther's forehead.

"Boss, he's very strong, I... I'm no match for him."

This time, Cruz didn't make a move directly. Instead, he stretched his neck and looked at him with a mocking expression.

"Hasn't he already trusted you? Shoot him in the back."

"If you're not confident, fire a few more shots."

"Is this difficult?"

Esther realized that Cruz wasn't there to "do business" at all; he was there to "kill for fun."

He didn't care who died; he only cared about whether he had fun.

"I see."

Esther picked up the gun with a trembling voice, struggled to her feet, and began to walk back.

His steps were slow, but this time it wasn't out of fear, but rather to buy some time for both his old and new colleagues.

But just then, Cruz's voice suddenly came from behind.

"You stupid coward..."

"When did you become so bold?"

"Bang!"

A sudden gunshot startled Esther, who dropped to the ground, landing face-first in the dirt.

"Hahahaha!"

Cruz's arrogant laughter rang out.

"I was just lighting a cigarette! Why are you so scared!"

Then, another burst of laughter erupted.

Esther turned around, gave an embarrassed smile, then helped herself to her feet and continued walking.

However, this time it was a little faster.

There was nothing he could do; despite his best efforts to control himself, he was still terrified.

But with his back to Cruz, he didn't see that Cruz's previously unrestrained smile gradually faded.

Because Esther didn't follow his "script plan".

He had expected Esther to turn around, retaliate with the gun that had no bullets, and then be killed by him in shock and terror.

In this way, he will gain a sense of intellectual superiority and happiness.

But he realized he had underestimated how useless this idiot was.

How could he not dare to fight back after being humiliated like that?

Forget it, he's just a piece of trash...

Thinking this way, Cruz lost even the desire to kill Esther himself.

He waved to his laughing subordinates behind him.

His men, who had followed him for many years, immediately understood his meaning and raised their guns to aim at Esther's back.

As for why Cruz killed Esther, he didn't even ask.

Because that's just the kind of person Cruz is.

Perhaps because he was in a bad mood or bored, he wanted to kill someone who was "useless" to vent his emotions.

Cruz's reason for killing was that simple.

Even those who have followed Cruze for many years are beginning to understand him.

Wantonly taking the lives of others is not just a brutal act of venting, but also a process of... enjoying power.

So, after thinking for a moment, the guy lowered the muzzle of his gun.

Instead of aiming at the back, he switched his aim to the calves.

He wanted to hear Esther's cries and pleas for mercy, then he would grant his request and shoot him in the head one last time.

Just like Cruz said.

A story needs plot twists and unexpected developments to be interesting...

"Bang!"

A shot rang out.

Esther collapsed.

He clutched his head, cursing inwardly.

Damn it! Is this never going to end?!

However, when he turned around, he saw a guy lying on the ground with a pool of blood beneath him.

Cruz, who was standing to the side, got his face splattered with blood.

He looked dazed and incredulous, raising his hand to wipe his face, then smeared the blood on his nose and inhaled deeply.

"Um……"

"It really is blood, not hallucinations from taking drugs before going out."

"You fucking idiot! Why didn't you say they had a sniper rifle?!"

The Cruze, cursing loudly, ran behind their car to use as cover.

Then Esther discovered that Cruz, that bastard, had stuck his gun out from behind the car and started firing at him.

It was the kind of "faith shooting" that didn't involve showing one's head, but it wasn't just Cruz doing it; more than a dozen gunmen were doing it.

Although Esther hasn't been hit yet because she's lying on the ground.

But the oppressive feeling of bullets flying over his head, and the mounds of earth exploding near his head, made him neither dare to stay nor dare to get up.

Well, looks like I'm doomed.

Well then... let's leave it at that.

Knowing that he couldn't go back, Esther relaxed instead. He lay on the ground, raised the gun in his hand, and pulled the bolt, preparing to fight back.

Although it may not be a large or medium-sized one, it still comes down to the same point.

Whether you can hit the target is a matter of ability; whether you take the shot or not is a matter of attitude.

However, when he pulled the bolt, he found that no bullets bounced up.

"Oh shit!"

Esther realized that the gun Cruz gave him had no bullets!

So he began to look around, hoping to find a suitable stone to throw to show his attitude.

Of course, it would be best to add a fitting swear word.

For example, "Fuck you!" or something like that.

However, just as he picked up the stone, preparing to stand up regardless of everything and complete his final "farewell," that completely different gunshot rang out again.

"Bang!"

With a gunshot, the gun in Cruz's hand was shattered into countless pieces.

The next moment, there was complete silence on Cruz's side; even the previous bursts of gunfire ceased.