The gun firing the bullets was equipped with a silencer. In this noisy crowd, the only sound it made was obscured, leaving only the echo of the missed shot hitting the ground, flicking shards of the cobblestone up onto the bystanders, stinging their skin painfully.
The panicking robber who rushed over stumbled over Flossie Wright's seemingly unintentional step and fell face-first onto the ground, the knife and bag in his hand clattering onto the pavement far away.
Just as the robber was about to stand up and hurl nasty words at Flossie, he noticed the shards bouncing next to him. A quick glance to his side revealed a bullet lodged in the ground, under the sudden light of a nearby street lamp, it radiated a chilling sense of threat.
Unexpectedly, he shuddered, realizing that he had narrowly escaped death, he was so frightened that his body went limp, and he was unable to get up.
