Boom, boom, boom!
Bullets hit the car.
The vehicle was bulletproof, only slightly dented.
But that bought Yvonne Finley time.
She swiftly changed positions, half-lying sideways on the back seat, raising her hand to fire again.
The people outside couldn't quite figure out her position inside the car, they were now on the defensive.
Yvonne Finley's calm was unnerving as she shot another person.
Only, this person was adept, able to clearly sense danger and dodge a fatal blow. The bullet lodged in his shoulder blade, and his gun fell to the ground.
Being counterattacked by someone supposedly in "critical condition" was a great humiliation.
They had accepted this job, but weren't the only ones hunting her down.
There were many other competitors.
Now, they almost got killed themselves!
Could they continue this kind of business if word got out?!
This situation thoroughly infuriated them.
