Chapter 3: The Jewelry Store Heist Plan
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After purchasing some external wound medication from the clinic and storing her supplies at home, Quinn didn't intend to stop her activities. She casually turned on the TV without caring about what was on, and threw herself onto the bed.
Colored contact lenses and a black wig were thrown on the table. These items, which Qara had hidden in a box and once considered frivolous, now came in handy for Quinn. Her silver-white hair glistened like snow in the sunlight, and her wine-red eyes narrowed slightly, with a deep, mysterious glow.
She waved her hand in the air towards the ceiling to open the storage space. In the next second, a two-foot-long Tang sword appeared in her hand. The curved blade glinted coldly in the light, and the black handle, wrapped in unknown leather, minimized the chance of slipping during combat. The weight was perfect for Quinn, making slashing and cutting extremely easy.
That’s a good weapon.
Quinn admired the blade, thinking it was the finest cold weapon she had ever seen. In her previous life, she only had a military dagger, which had been dumped after several battles. The last clash was with Teresa's blood scythe, and it likely needed to be reforged.
This Tang sword was far superior, a work of art born for killing. Quinn had previously considered buying a watermelon knife or something similar.
It seems the quality of the Angel-Hunter weaponry is quite good.
A good weapon greatly enhanced Quinn's combat ability. Coupled with the combat techniques she honed over two years in the apocalypse, her chance of survival increased significantly.
In the cold blade, Quinn saw the reflection of her own pupils. Strength and ambition were proportional. She now had the ability to handle five first-tier zombies attacking her simultaneously. With this confidence, Quinn devised a bold plan: to rob a jewelry store.
Though she had decided on this goal earlier, she hadn't confirmed the specifics or timing. But with the Tang sword in hand, she was ready. She planned to head to the city's jewelry store and take advantage of the chaos when the apocalypse started.
Quinn didn't know the exact outbreak points of the zombies, only that it was vaguely July 26th. The official reports from her previous life were unclear about this small county in J province, spanning over 24 hours.
Despite the lack of detailed information, Quinn was confident in her plan. The jewelry store was on the second floor of a department store. The ensuing panic would drive people to higher floors, and its proximity to the entrance meant she could quickly leave before the zombie horde formed.
If timed correctly, the plan was feasible.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Urgent knocks on the door interrupted Quinn's thoughts. The forceful knocks showed no mercy to the door. Frowning at the disruption, Quinn quietly approached the peephole and understood the situation.
Six unfriendly-looking young men stood outside. From their unkempt clothing and flashy hairstyles, it was clear they were local thugs. Most were factory workers' relatives who didn't want to do heavy work and hoped for an easier job. Factory owners exploited this by giving them low-paying tasks like driving, security, delivery, or disputes over land.
Quinn wasn't surprised by their visit, recognizing the two young men from earlier who tried to rob her. They had probably followed her and noted her address before returning with reinforcements.
What a hassle...
Sighing, Quinn unlatched the door and opened it slightly. A large hand immediately wedged in the gap, and the door was forcefully pushed open. Shoes and a shoe rack were knocked over, and the once tidy floor was now covered in muddy footprints.
The five men gazed at Quinn with a mix of surprise and greed. Their eyes darted around, as if searching for something. The two from the morning stared at Quinn with vigilance and resentment. The bandaged finger of the one in the shirt made Quinn smirk, seeing he hadn't learned his lesson.
The apparent leader, a bald man, looked questioningly at the two. They pointed to Quinn, causing him to alternate his gaze between her and them in disbelief. Finally, the bald man's face turned red with a mix of anger and astonishment. He smacked the two men on the head, making them stagger.
"s**t?! Two grown men can't handle a little girl! One gets his finger broken, and the other is scared stiff! Have you lived your lives in vain?!"
The two men couldn't argue, feeling their failure was unbelievable. They glanced at Quinn, their fear replaced by a greedy desire, which Quinn found particularly unpleasant.
"Damn it!"
The bald man turned his anger at Quinn, mistaking her for a local delinquent because of her hair and eye color.
"My bro made a mistake this morning, but breaking his finger was excessive. I don't care who you are. You live here, so you should follow our rules." He leered at Quinn, making her feel disgusted.
"Here's the deal: pay for the medical bills and spend the night with us..."
"Slap!"
The sharp sound seemed to freeze time. The thugs stared at the silver-haired, red-eyed girl and her raised hand, feeling an inexplicable chill despite her usual smile.
"What did you just say to me?" The girl asked, still smiling.
The bald man, snapped out of his daze by the burning pain on his face, replayed the last few seconds in his mind. The pain extinguished any lingering fear he had of Quinn. Filled with rage, he shouted, "You bitch..."
"Slap!"
Another slap silenced him. Quinn's smile vanished, replaced by a cold expression. His insult had hit a nerve, triggering her killing intent.
The bald man roared and lunged at Quinn, aiming a punch at her chest. Quinn casually stepped back, causing his punch to miss. Off balance, he staggered forward, and Quinn's elbow struck his face.
Clutching his nose, he fell to the ground, blood pouring out. The taste of blood brought him some clarity.
Realizing he had underestimated Quinn's combat skills, he shouted for his companions to help.
Reluctantly, they attacked Quinn. She dodged their blows with minimal movement and took them down one by one. Soon, the area in front of Quinn's door was littered with groaning bodies.
"Get out!" Quinn commanded, her voice sharp and cold. The thugs scrambled to help their injured friends, ready to leave.
"Wait..."
Her voice stopped them. They turned nervously to see Quinn's icy expression soften slightly as she spoke, "Clean up my shoe rack and floor first."
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