Jazmine Harrison's movements were swift. She rose, her dark green eyes flashed with focus and determination. The guns in her hands were light and weightless. The way she handled them, it was as if she was made for them. As if she had years of practice. And it was true too. In her last life, dangers lurked around every corner. It was a depressing truth—but it was still the truth. The experience of her past life had taught her some valuable skills.
The shots fired one after another. Her fingers moved rapidly on the trigger. The recoil of the gun didn't even cause her to stagger.
Rolf was too stunned to act."Wait... Let me handle this—"
When Rolf had just stood up, he froze.
