"Bang ——"
The resounding sound of gunfire echoed through the night sky.
In the tent, both Flossie Wright and Janice Wood paused and furrowed their brows at the sound of a loud explosion at the door.
With a cold glance, Flossie's terrifying gaze passed over the bound captive. The man was still trying to process the sudden appearance of two women, sizing them up and down.
"You take care of him," Flossie said casually without waiting for the captive to speak, flicking her military knife and instructing Janice, then walked out.
For some reason, seeing Flossie's cold, retreating figure, Janice couldn't help but worry about the ill-fated pair at the door.
The two culprits outside hadn't fled the crime scene, yet the moment Flossie emerged, she began to fire her gun without uttering a single word.
Even though the two "dead" were wearing bulletproof vests, the blank ammunition which was fired at them at close range hit them hard and painfully.
