You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two soft, silenced gunshots rang out.

Two bloody holes instantly appeared between the fat man's eyebrows and throat, and he fell backward.

The man with the dreadlocks and another henchman heard the commotion and immediately turned around.

"Fuck! There's someone behind us!"

The man with the dreadlocks roared and pulled the trigger on his MAC-10. Seeing this, another henchman opened fire as well.

Deafening gunshots rang out in the confined space, bullets hitting the washing machine and the walls, sparks flying everywhere.

The instant Eva fired, she performed a tactical roll and hid behind a row of washing machines.

She listened calmly to the sound of bullets hitting the metal casing, silently calculating the magazine capacity of the enemy's submachine gun.

"Click".

The sound of an empty trading account being idle could be heard.

Eva instantly peeked half her body out from behind cover and opened fire with her Glock.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The thug who was reloading had his kneecaps shattered by two shots and screamed as he knelt on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Eva stood up, moved the gun barrel horizontally, and locked onto the right leg of the dreadlocked man who was about to run away.

"puff!"

The bullet pierced his calf, and the dreadlocked man screamed as he collapsed onto the ground littered with shards of glass.

In less than ten seconds, two of the four armed gang members were killed and two were injured.

Eva stepped out of the shadows expressionlessly and walked up to the filthy-braided man who was groaning in pain on the ground.

She raised her foot, clad in a tactical boot, and stomped heavily on his bullet-struck calf.

"Ugh—! You stinky..."