He was holding the gun and looking straight to his aim. The thick mustache and the dark complexion enhanced his cruel look. His hands were stiff like iron.
There was no sign of fear in his face, he was determined. He was waiting for the time.
I was holding my breath and watching him.
“Now”, I heard someone shouting at him.
His lips curved to make a sneer, eyebrows pulling together. It made me nervous.
He kept his finger on the trigger, and just a small pull.
Ppppttsssssss………… I had my eyes shut… It was all over…
“Congrats man, U won the shooting championship again”, I heard people congratulating him at the ground...
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