As Carson got shot four times and both ankles turned into mud, his body weight came down and he fell to the ground. And he subconsciously wanted to use his hands to support the fallen body, but he forgot that he still didn't have hands at this time, but they were just two bloody bones.
Therefore, when he used the wound on his broken wrist to support his body that fell down, the huge gravity brought shock and pain to his two wrists and this pain made him feel like a fish that had just been caught. He fluttered on the ground desperately, screaming incessantly. A jet of blood sprayed everywhere as he struggled violently.
Nathan, who was next to him, was splattered with Carson’s blood because he was too close. This made him so frightened that his legs went weak and he couldn’t help kneeling on the ground.
Although Carson was in unbearable pain, he still struggled and begged Charlie, "Mr. Wade, you see that I am a waste now, I beg you to forgive me for the fact that I am in my sixties this year. Spare this dog life please…"
Charlie frowned and asked back, "If those people who have been tortured by you for so long, if they kneel down and beg you to spare their lives? If so, would you? How would you do it now?"
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