Five security guards went down, one of them was shot in the arm, and another one in the leg.
Ivana Bennett leaned behind a vase panting, her right hand tightly gripping a pistol while her left hand pulled off a shoe and threw it.
The moment the shoe flew, several guards immediately started firing.
Seizing the opportunity, she dashed out once again, aiming at one of them.
The first bullet hit the man's thigh.
The second one was a blank.
"SHIT!"
Cursing softly, Ivana sprung up, landing behind a reception desk in the lobby.
"She's out of bullets, charge!"
A man bellowed as he rushed forward. Except for the one who was fatally wounded, everyone with a wounded leg or arm advanced toward the reception desk where Ivana was hiding, continuously pulling their triggers.
The bullets whizzed out of mobile phones and automatic rifles, chipping away at the decorative wall behind the reception desk, sending glass and wood splinters flying around.
