Chapter 1914

Brantley looked at the spot where Matthew just stood up and saw him casually brushing the dust off his clothes. It was clear he wasn't hurt. He was surprised. "How is that possible? The distance was less than 60 feet when the rifle was aimed at him. It was impossible to miss. Even if Heath didn't hit a vital spot, he'd still get hurt. Why isn't he injured?" As Brantley finished his sentence, a commotion broke out in the other group of extras. People were scattering in every direction. Reginald had a sinking feeling about it. He got out of the car and pushed through the crowd. Then, he saw someone in the middle of an open area with blood pouring out from the head. The victim was Heath. Beside him, there was a camera covered in blood. Heath was actually dead. Reginald looked up at the camera rig above. The camera was gone, leaving just an empty mount. He was in disbelief. "How did the camera fall? How did this happen?" Standing at the side, Brantley felt uneasy. "Is this really a