As the gunshot rang out, Niamh immediately crouched to avoid the bullet.
She quickly pulled out her own gun and heard footsteps approaching from nearby.
Without hesitation, she stood up and fired a shot in the direction of the sound.
The man coming toward her hadn’t expected Niamh to be unharmed. Her shot hit his arm, causing him to crash to the ground.
Before he could reach for his weapon, Niamh was on him, stomping on his bleeding arm.
His face turned ashen, drained of color.
“Who sent you.”
Niamh's voice was icy as she stared down at the man. But he didn’t flinch. “I won’t tell you. Just kill me if you want.”
Seeing he wasn’t afraid at all, Niamh’s face darkened. “If you’re not scared of dying, how about a little torture game?”
She fired another shot, this time hitting his leg.
