Because the two City Guards were armed with Crystal Core Firearms, Ricky didn't dare make any sudden moves.
He forced a smile and turned to them, trying to sound casual. "Officers, is there something I can help you with?"
"Huh?" One of the guards narrowed his eyes, clearly suspicious. The guy in front of him looked an awful lot like their target.
But Ricky was smiling, wearing a baseball cap pulled low over his face, and for a moment, the guard hesitated.
"Don't move! Take off the hat—I wanna see your face."
One of the guards stepped in, raising his weapon and pressing the barrel right against Ricky's forehead—less than five inches away.
The cold metal of the gun, pulsing faintly with crystal core energy, radiated a deadly pressure.
If the guard so much as twitched his finger on the trigger, Ricky would be dead on the spot.
Having your life hanging by someone else's finger—yeah, that feeling sucked.
