Norman's Curtain Call, and Jot’s Ending
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Jot quickly said, "Wait, don't be rash. I can help you resolve this. You just need to take a simple mental evaluation, and you'll be able to go abroad and live like a millionaire. Why are you doing this?"
Norman gave a twisted grin. "No, you didn't want me to live. If I were in your position, I wouldn't want someone who knows too many secrets to live either. So, I want you to die with me."
Saying that, Norman suddenly pushed Jot to the side and shot his boss.
Jot screamed and fell to the floor.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Two DEA agents who had been lying in ambush fired a string of bullets from their rifles. Norman fell to the floor, his gun flying out of his hands.
Two agents quickly rushed forward and helped Jot up.
Although Jot had screamed, he was relieved.
Norman's shot had only hit his leg. Judging from the amount of blood, it probably hadn't nicked any major blood vessels. He was still alive.