Wandering in the Wilderness

In the dark room, a dark figure sat by the window, a vulture aiming at the hotel door opposite. The dark figure looked at the phone and muttered, "It's been two hours." He stood up and fucked a few times. The phone screen lit up, and the dark figure quickly clicked on it. "4 Minutes." The dark figure breathed out, sat back in the chair, opened the phone, and opened the photo album. He was holding an old man, and he moved his head slightly to look at the hotel door through the scope. Time passed very quickly, and it also passed very slowly. In the scope, he could clearly see the bullet flying into the old man's head. There was a thunder in the air, and the black shadow muttered "It's just thunder but no rain." He packed his backpack and walked out of the room easily. He walked to the chaotic hotel door and took a look, **. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.