Staring down at his brother's corpse, Xinyuan tried to force himself to feel grief, or even regret. But he felt.... absolutely nothing. If anything, he secretly wished Jingxin could miraculously sit up just so he could strangle the life out of him himself.
Frankly, he hadn't expected Wenzhi to pull the trigger so casually.
But Wenzhi wanted them all dead. It was him and his gun against the world and the gun he carried was one of the few specialized firearms capable of tearing through an Esper's reinforced defenses.
Since Jingxin was already severely weakened by days of starvation and rapid blood loss, the headshot had terminated him instantly.
It didn't take Xinyuan long to realize that Wenzhi had never intended to let his brother walk out of that room alive. The interrogation had been a mere formality. He was going to kill Jingxin regardless, a ruthless intent Xinyuan could feel vibrating through their bond.
