Realizing the situation with sudden clarity, the crazed malefactor didn't hesitate. His grip tightened around the knife in his hand, and with utter ruthlessness, he threw it towards Flossie Wright's head—
Even if he was going to die, he was determined to take someone with him!
Simultaneously, several gunshots rang out.
"Bang—"
"Bang, bang—"
Accompanied by the sound of the door being smashed open, the curtains being torn down, three gunshots echoed almost at the same time.
In the seemingly frozen air, the icy knife, glinting coldly, shot straight for Flossie's forehead with lightning speed.
Flossie was indeed prepared and had sensed the danger from the very beginning. However, her movements were sluggish from the administered anesthesia . The drugs she had just taken were already affecting her. Even though she was aware of the incoming blade, by the time she managed to remove the syringe from her hand, something already felt amiss. Her senses were slowly deserting her.
