Chloe Sinclair didn't respond.
In the darkness, Chloe Sinclair flung the small silver flashlight at one of the men's heads.
With a loud THUD, the man collapsed to the ground.
"I was going to hand you straight over to the police, but when I thought about those twenty-four lives, I had a change of heart."
Chloe stood silently behind the thugs, like a phantom.
She snatched the guns from two of them and tossed them far away.
"Fuck,"
one of the men snarled, his fist flying toward Chloe like the wind.
Chloe calmly dodged the attack, catching the man's fist in her hand. With a gentle twist, a series of sickening CRACKS echoed out.
"AGH—!"
The man screamed. From Chloe's perspective, his face instantly turned ashen, but his eyes remained dark and sinister.
Infuriated, the man threw a punch at Chloe's head with his left hand. But Chloe simply grabbed his arm with both of hers and spun around quickly.
