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Brenna moved fast. Three shots rang out, each finding its mark. She killed the men on one side of the car with
clean headshots.
She then aimed her gun at Judy and pulled the trigger without hesitation. Judy crumpled to the ground, a bullet
through her skull. The rifle clattered next to her.
Shock spread across Rosie's and Tina's faces. Neither one had expected Brenna to be armed.
In Vanland, it was impossible to own a gun legally. Even as someone married to the Prince of Plieca, Rosie could
not get her hands on a gun. How had Brenna gotten her hands on a gun?
“How on earth did you get that gun, Brenna?” Rosie stared in horror at Judy's lifeless form sprawled on the
ground.
Just moments ago, they had been chatting, but now, Judy lay still, dead.
Instinctively, Rosie darted behind a nearby car for cover, her heart pounding. Tina, slower to react, found herself
caught in Brenna’s deadly sights.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“No!” Tina's voice cracked with desperation as she pointed at Brenna. “Your brother and mine are friends! You
can’t kill me!”
Brenna’s finger hesitated on the trigger for a fleeting moment when she heard that, and in that brief lapse, Tina
seized her chance to escape.
The surrounding thugs, clutching metal bars, realized their leader was gone. Fear of Clive’s wrath spurred them
into action. “Take her down!” one bellowed. “We must avenge Miss Mendoza!”
Brenna unleashed three precise shots with her gun, each felling an assailant. But others charged forward,
brandishing metal bars, forcing her into close combat.
Fortunately, Brenna’s combat prowess was unmatched. Her attackers stood no chance, and soon, the air echoed
with their pained cries and the grim snap of breaking bones.
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With her final bullet spent, Brenna had killed all of Judy’s men. Those who had not been shot were taken down by
her bare hands, their necks broken. Just then, a convoy of cars screeched to a halt nearby. Brenna, ever vigilant,
sprinted toward them, ready to kill whoever emerged.
“It's me!” Ernst’s voice rang out as he stepped from the vehicle, sensing her lethal intent. Brenna had closed the
distance with startling speed, seizing his head in a vice-like grip. If he had spoken a split second slower, he might
have already been killed.
Recognizing her brother and the two bodyguards, Brenna withdrew her hands.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
Ernst’s gaze brimmed with concern and exasperation. “Venturing to such a perilous place alone? That's too
dangerous!”
Spotting the pistol in Ernst’s hand, Brenna swiftly claimed it and whirled around, locking her sights on the fleeing
Tina. She squeezed the trigger.
A sharp crack split the air.
Tina crumpled to the ground, paralyzed by fear. Her trembling fingers grazed her scalp, finding a gash oozing
blood.
Frozen in terror, she dared not stir or whimper, dreading that Brenna might shoot her again.
She was unable to believe Brenna had actually shot her. Was she not afraid of the police?
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