Chris is a relatively unisex name in the United States. Boys are generally translated as Chris, and girls are generally translated as Kris.
But in the United States, Chris is more commonly used as a male name.
Ming Zeye looked at the face in front of him that looked similar to Rem's. No matter how he looked at it, he looked like a cute girl.
But he couldn't help but think that some writers favored men in their paintings. To be on the safe side, Ming Zeye still asked: "Are you a boy or a girl?"
Chris was stunned for a moment, obviously not realizing why Ming Zeye asked him this question, and subconsciously replied: "I am a boy."
Ming Zeye: "..."
He really guessed it right... even though he didn't want to guess it right at all.
Seeing Ming Zeye's sudden silence, Chris suddenly felt a little uneasy. He widened his eyes nervously: "Do you prefer girls?"
Before Ming Zeye could speak, Chris lowered his head, and the only exposed sapphire eye lost its highlight: "So, you don't even want me anymore..."
Ming Zeye was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood something. He touched Chris' head and rarely softened his tone: "As long as you don't betray me, I will always keep you."
Chris raised his head in surprise, and the original light appeared again in his eyes, even brighter than before. He tried hard to suppress his excitement and said tremblingly: "Really?"
"Um."
"I will never betray you!" Chris said with a serious face, determination written all over his childish face.
Ming Zeye nodded secretly, pointed at the pistol in Chris' hand, and said calmly: "Have you learned how to shoot?"
Chris was stunned and immediately understood what Ming Zeye meant. He looked at Ming Zeye in disbelief: "Is this... for me?"
"Well, we're going to kill people next." Ming Zeye's tone was as calm as if he was saying that the weather is nice today.
"I won't hold you back!" Chris said with a serious expression on his face again.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with killing someone, and he even looked forward to it.
Ming Zeye raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw Chris suppressing his excitement.
It seems he has found a treasure, this kid is a born criminal.
"Let's go, it's too late, there will be no more prey."
"yes!"
…
At two o'clock in the morning, there were no pedestrians on the noisy and bustling streets during the day, and it seemed a bit quiet.
"boom"
A sudden gunshot broke the silence of the street.
Then, a man dressed as a homeless man collapsed.
The shooter was a man wearing a black cloak, who was a member of the Cross. He was accompanied by four men also wearing black cloaks.
"Ahhh..." A fashionably dressed woman collapsed to the ground in fear, "Kill...kill..."
The man who had just fired turned his attention to the screaming woman.
He slowly walked up to the woman in front of her frightened eyes.
The woman's pupils shrank hugely, her body kept shaking, and she choked out: "Don't... don't kill me, please... don't kill me."
The man looked at the woman's frightened expression and did not rush to shoot. He looked at the woman with admiring eyes of art and smiled evilly.
Other pedestrians on the street recovered from their shock and ran away.
Before he could even run a few steps, he was shot at by other members of the Cross Cult with guns, and they fell to the ground one after another.
"Alan, stop playing, we should go to the next place." A shorter member of the Cross shouted towards the man who was admiring the woman's expression.
"I know, I know." Allen curled his lips dissatisfied and fired several shots at the woman.
"Bang", "Bang" The two sudden shots hit the foreheads of two of the Cross Cult members.
Their eyes were slightly widened, and their expressions were a little confused, as if they didn't understand why they died.
"Quick, find a bunker, the gunshots are coming from behind." Allen, who reacted the fastest, shouted back while running for a bunker.
But it was too late.
Every time a gunshot rang out, it was like the god of death gently waving his sickle and taking away their lives.
Hearing the sound of his companions falling to the ground one by one, Allen quickly ran behind a white car to block his body.
In the dim alley, two figures, one tall and one short, stood.
Chris looked at Ming Zeye with admiration, and he secretly decided to become as powerful as Ming Zeye in the future.
Ming Zeye fired two more shots at the two surveillance cameras on the street.
Then, he pointed to the white car on the street, "The last prey is hiding behind that car. Your task is to kill him."
"yes!"
Chris walked towards the direction of the white car with a look of joy on his face.
Allen hid behind the car, breathing heavily. After a while, he didn't hear any movement. He cautiously stuck his head out and took a look at the situation on the street.
"boom"
A bullet scratched a bloody mark on Allen's cheek.
If it weren't for his quick reaction, he would have gone to accompany his companions by now.
Allen raised his hand in shock and wiped the blood from his face.
Thinking of the "girl" who shot at him just now, he was shocked. He really didn't expect that the person who almost killed them all was a "girl" who looked so delicate.
Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, he no longer had time to think. He picked up the gun placed aside, intending to catch him off guard.
He stood up suddenly, holding a gun and preparing to shoot.
Chris shot him first, this time hitting him in the head.
With a "bang", Allen opened his eyes wide and fell into a pool of blood.
Chris's pupils shrank, and the hand holding the pistol trembled a little. This was not fear, but excitement.
This was the first time he had killed an adult on his own.
"Good job." A calm voice came from behind Chris.
Ming Zeye walked over, "However, the gun represents your other life, you must hold it tightly."
"I remember." Chris suppressed his excitement and held the gun in his hand tightly.
