"Stop talking, stop talking about this! I said stop talking about this!" Marshall roared like a panicked child at this time.

"Also... let's put down those stupid prejudices... you see... my skin is also... dark..."

Sean raised his finger with difficulty and pointed to the black man Will who was looking at him on the other operating table, "It's him... He helped me put out the fire on my body, carried me back... and gave me a chance to

Have a few words with you.

Marshall...Marshall, take out my pistol, don't let me...die...on the operating table...it really...really hurts..."

Hearing this, Marshall looked at Wei Ran as if asking for help, but the answer the latter could give him was just a helpless shake of the head.

Looking at Sean again with a hard smile on his face, Marshall tremblingly opened the charred cowhide holster on Sean's waist and took out a US military standard 1911 pistol.

"Sean, is there anything you want to ask God for forgiveness for?"

Tom, who had stood aside from the beginning to the end, also placed the bullet-ridden and blood-stained Bible on the other person's chest while speaking.

"Let...let God...forgive and...bless Marshall...just...this..."

Sean showed a difficult smile again, letting the dark red blood flow from the corners of his mouth, and said vaguely, "Marshall, it's your turn... help... help me."

Marshall tremblingly raised the pistol and gently pressed it to Sean's forehead. A moment later, a desperate gunshot was heard in the operating room that was filled with the smell of marijuana, blood and burnt smell, and
Chapter completed!