The President put down his rifle and knelt in front of a body that was supposed to be Silvio's.
"To think all I can do for you is this, when you did so much for me... I'm sorry... I'm truly sorry..."
Meanwhile, Ottavio sensed something odd. As far as he remembered, Silvio had still been alive when Jude left the reserve shelter. No matter how many dozens of people rushed him, given the firepower he had, the odds of him being defeated were small. Yet he had died, leaving only one leg behind.
Maybe...
Ottavio shook his head and erased the creeping suspicion. Even if the two had not gotten along well, their relationship had not been bad enough for them to kill each other.
The time the two had to mourn was short, since there were so many corpses to clean up. The news that the government shelter was safe spread through the Auction House, but people still did not dare come yet. After all, if they stepped into another battlefield, they would be forced to fight.
