Marcos watched dumbly.
Silver table knives shot out in all directions, and the men fell one after another. Marcos definitely no longer had the ridiculous notion that Carol was an ordinary sister.
Even Lorna, this beautiful girl who only occasionally used her superpower to perform "flying tricks," had turned into a grim reaper.
Two dark gray daggers pierced the throats of the brawny men one after another, preventing them from screaming. They could only fall twitching to the ground.
In just five seconds, more than 20 men had died without even firing 20 shots.
The short fatty, Torres, was still crawling away in fear after a knife Carol threw stabbed him in the thigh.
The table knives in front of Carol were all used up.
She wasn't very talented at knife-throwing. Even though she trained every day, she only killed ten people with the table knives. The rest were killed by Lorna.
