C292 Gunshots in the Middle of the Night(last Part)

The wind was blowing, blowing the maple tree on his back, the tender leaves making a slight rustling sound.

He had waited for more than ten minutes, but he had not seen anything suspicious.

He cursed in a low voice. The gun in the black shadow's right hand turned elegantly. Just as he was about to turn around and use the maple tree to climb up the city wall