Perhaps the drug trafficker was a decoy set up in advance!
Relentless!
Narrowing her eyes slightly, a fierce light flashed in Flossie Wright's eyes as she pulled the trigger without hesitation, sending target after target "up to heaven" with ruthless, decisive actions.
A corpse?
It wasn't the first time she had seen one.
If her life wasn't in danger, she might spare the other party, but once a fight broke out with real guns and real bullets, she couldn't give them any chance to escape.
Otherwise—
She would be the one to die.
Having been a mercenary in her previous life, she was well aware of how mercenaries operated, and generally, they wouldn't confront the military or police, especially in a country like Eastlandia.
But—
There were always certain factors that would drive them to such actions.
For example, money.
For example, interests.
For example, revenge.
If she wasn't mistaken, what compelled them to go to such lengths was specifically the third reason.
"Flossie."
