Today, Claire had personally participated in two large-scale gunfights, and her mentality was already different.
Also, she had heard about how Robert and Luke had massacred fifty armed bandits of the Carlos family in Shackelford.
Luke, on the other hand, was unwilling to tell her in detail about what happened that night, and always brushed her off with a few words.
Claire could only harass Robert.
Robert doted on Claire a lot. After all, she was his only daughter, and she wasn't his biological daughter.
He didn't go into detail either, but under the little monkey's persistent questioning, he gave a rough description of what happened that night.
From then on, Claire understood that even in a peaceful town like Shackelford, being a police officer was a high-risk profession.
The consecutive gunfights today had merely changed this understanding from hearsay to witnessing it with her own eyes.
The only difference from what she had imagined was that the people who had saved her weren't good partners from movies or TV shows, but two superheroes.
When they fought the armed robbers, it was like children fighting with dolls.
It was cool enough, but far less dangerous than what Robert had told her.
Claire was wearing Luke's special bulletproof vest, which gave her the illusion that if she didn't fly, her only difference from them was … a helmet?
Along with the commotion, Claire was inevitably in danger.
After seeing a group of hooligans holding a panicked young woman hostage and trying to drag her into hiding, Claire and Karen rushed over without hesitation.
When they raised their guns and shouted "LAPD," the seven or eight guns that were raised were a warning that Los Angeles was different tonight.
Los Angeles was now the home of all kinds of criminals and thugs.
Claire, who was standing in front, reacted quickly. She immediately hugged Karen and lunged at the trash can next to the wall.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
The hooligans opened fire without hesitation.
Tonight was a night of chaos. It was time for them to do whatever they wanted.
Even if they wanted to kill someone, nobody would be able to track them down.
Only two young policewomen appeared on the opposite side, which made them even more courageous.
Karen shrank in a corner and listened to the sound of the trash cans. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Are we going to be killed? I don't want to be disfigured. "
Claire rolled her eyes. "They have hostages. We can't shoot randomly. Besides, if you're beaten to death and you're not disfigured, are you sure they won't do something even more disgusting? "
Karen shivered. "B-But I don't want to die, nor do I want to be disfigured."
"Then shut up and shrink your body to avoid being hit by a stray bullet." As Little Monkey spoke, the mirror in her hand had already reached out and nimbly shone a few times. "The problem now isn't saving the hostages, but that they aren't running. They're closing in on us."
The gun in Karen's hand was shaking. "Then, what do we do?"
The other party had more guns than them, more people than them, and they even had hostages. All the circumstances were disadvantageous to them.
Claire stuck out the gun and recalled what Luke had told her about shooting with a mirror. After a brief calculation, she decisively pulled the trigger.
She had to immediately stop the other party from approaching without any scruples, or else they would fall into a dead end.
Pa pa! Pa pa pa!
Of the five shots that were slightly spaced out, the first two were test shots, and the last three were the real shots.
One of the criminals screamed and fell, clutching his crotch.
The thugs yelled, "Ah, Black Dog was shot!"
"Damn it, his bird's been broken."
"Kill these two b * tches!"
Looking at the approaching criminals leaning against the wall in the mirror, Claire didn't panic. Instead, she entered an unusually calm state. Pa! Pa!
Pa! Pa! Pa!
"Ah!" The second criminal fell, shot three times in the chest and abdomen.
The criminals were shocked. What kind of marksmanship was that? She had hit two people in two shots? Had she run into a tough nut to crack?
"Boss, use this," one of the criminals shouted.
Claire cursed inwardly when she saw what the other party had taken out.
The two criminals who had fallen behind were actually carrying AK rifles.
The metal dustbin could barely block bullets from ordinary handguns, let alone bullets from rifles with strong penetrative power.
Although both of them were wearing bulletproof vests, Claire's head wasn't bulletproof, and Karen's vest only covered the vital parts of her upper body. It was equally dangerous to retreat.
What should she do? She became anxious.
"Girl, do you need strength? Say my name! "A deep voice rang out in her head.
Claire asked, "What the hell?"
"Apologize! I'm not a devil! Also, just talk to me in your mind. There's no need to say it out loud, "the voice, which was as deep as a demon king's in a game, roared angrily.
Claire: … Okay, I'm sorry. Then what are you?
"Say my name, and you'll gain strength!" the deep voice continued.
Claire: Then you have to tell me your name first.
The deep voice said, "Uh … Glutton!"
Claire: E ~ Glutton!
"Stupid … That E isn't in my name!" The voice sounded exasperated.
Claire couldn't help but curse. "WTF!"
"Apologize! Don't curse at me! "The deep voice was dissatisfied again.
I'm sorry! But can you hurry up? I think I already said your name! Claire roared in her heart.
"You didn't say it correctly! You have to start over! Repeat after me — Glutton! "The deep voice was very persistent.
Claire felt her chest hurt. She was so angry, but she could only say, "Glutton!"
"You already have my power. Go and fight, girl chosen by fate!" the deep voice said.
Claire was dumbfounded. Wait! What kind of strength is this? Why don't I feel anything at all?
"Stupid … girl! Relax your body and don't resist, "the deep voice cursed.
Suddenly, Claire felt her hand lift the gun by itself.
She cried out in surprise and tried to control it.
"Bai … girl, this is my strength. Don't resist it." The deep voice almost cursed again, but like before, it didn't have the guts.
Claire's mind raced, but she chose to obey. After all, she didn't have any good ideas right now, and it was too late to summon Luke.
As she watched, her right hand steadily extended the gun.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
The five criminals fell to the ground. They didn't even have time to scream before their heads exploded.
"Girl, you can go out and clean up the battlefield," said the deep voice.
Claire, however, still checked the small mirror for a moment, and was extremely shocked.
She had only been able to see her right hand, and couldn't see the five criminals at all, so it was impossible for her to aim.
In the end, all five criminals fell to the ground and didn't move again.
It took her a few seconds to come back to her senses. She gestured at Karen, and the two of them took turns covering each other as they slowly approached the criminals' bodies.
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