If someone asked Claudia whether a small broken pistol could take down a dozen enemies with submachine guns, she would answer without hesitation that it was absolutely impossible—until these thugs in front of her all collapsed before her eyes.
Bang bang bang—bang!
The last one to fall was the shouting thug leader... his expression ferocious, unable to believe it.
Claudia started to tremble slightly, perhaps it was because she was too frightened, she still held the pistol pointing at Luo Qiu, but she didn't seem to notice this, and swallowed nervously, saying in a trembling voice: "They… they're all dead... but, but I didn't shoot?"
She really hadn't fired... oh, except for the first accidental shot, the sudden gunfire wasn't from her little broken pistol.
All of this happened as fast as lightning.
"I know." Luo Qiu reached out to gently press down the pistol in Claudia's hand, "It wasn't you."
