Chapter 97

I had seen single-barreled shotguns like this before. Back when I was a child, my father used to hunt wild boars in the mountains with one just like it. Then, subsequently, when firearms were banned in our state, my father handed over our family's shotgun. I remembered him teaching me how to load and fire it. Even though over a decade had passed, the moment I held this gun again, I could still quickly figure out its mechanics and how to use it, based on those hazy memories. "Hah." Holding the cold shotgun in my hands, I laughed. It was a laugh that was wild, reckless, and utterly deranged. Though Fabian hadn't agreed to let me join Rust Creek, he had sent Timothy to deliver me a gun. That was already an enormous favor in and of itself. With this shotgun in my possession, none of them in Ford Group will be escaping tonight. I quickly counted the bullets in the bag. There were 14 in total. That was more than enough to take down all my targets. I might even have some left over. If