He put on gloves, picked up the gun that the Make-up Artist had dropped on the ground earlier, looked it over, and saw that it was a sleek, small lady's handgun, but it had a very different design from the Sekleus III he had seen earlier. It was longer, with more edges, and looked more lethal—not like a product of the same group.
He pressed the muzzle against the Make-up Artist's forehead and then backed away slightly, pulling the trigger.
"Bang—" The crisp sound of the gun, like a stapler, followed, and a small black hole appeared in the Make-up Artist's forehead, with dark blood flowing out from under the back of her head.
Compared to being shot in the heart, being shot in the head like this, the Make-up Artist would only experience a moment of discomfort. Such a death would not bring her too much pain.
