The deputy team leader's desperate eyes lifted, and he saw his fingertips touching the opponent's cold metal War Armor.
His body heat was quickly conducted away, the unseasonal cold spreading from his fingertips to his heart.
Then, his gaze moved upward, and he saw the terrifying mask, like that of the Death God, with one blood-colored eyepiece flickering with a red glow while the other eye stared expressionlessly at him.
"Do you want to... take it?"
A raspy voice sounded, and this extremely cruel and ruthless man spread open his palm, within which lay a large-caliber silver pistol.
The deputy team leader desperately wanted to snatch the gun, but just looking into this man's eyes, it was already a miracle that his mental defenses hadn't collapsed.
He shook his head tremblingly, his body beginning to retreat subconsciously.
