Today, Claire has personally participated in two large-scale gun battles, and her mentality has long been different.
Moreover, when Robert and Luke bloodbathed fifty gun-toting gangsters from the Carlos family in Shackford, it finally spread to her.
Luke didn't want to tell her everything about that night in detail, and always dismissed her with just a few words.
Claire can only harass Robert.
The rough man Robert loves Claire very much, after all, she is his only daughter, not his own is better than his own.
He also didn't go into details, but under the little monkey's hard questioning, he still gave a general description of the situation that night.
From then on, Claire understood that even in the peaceful small town of Shackford, being a police officer was a high-risk profession.
The continuous gun battles that took place today are nothing more than this knowledge changing from hearing to seeing it with my own eyes.
The only difference from her imagination is that the people who rescued her were not good partners in movies and TV, but two superheroes.
They beat up gun robbers like kids beat up dolls.
Cool enough, but far less dangerous than what Robert told her.
Claire was wearing Luke's special body armor, which made her even have the illusion that if she didn't count her flying ability, she was inferior to them, or it was just... the helmet
As the turmoil broke out, Claire inevitably encountered danger.
After seeing a group of thugs holding a panicked young woman hostage and trying to drag her into a hiding place, Claire and Karen rushed there without hesitation.
When they raised their guns, they only yelled "pd", and the seven or eight guns raised on the opposite side were warning them that Los Angeles tonight was different from the past.
Today's Los Angeles is home to all kinds of criminals and thugs.
Claire, who was standing in front, reacted quickly, and immediately hugged Karen beside her, and rushed towards the trash can by the wall.
Clap clap!
The punk on the opposite side shot without hesitation.
Tonight is a night of chaos, and it's time for them to do whatever they want.
Even if they kill people, no one can track them down.
There were only two policewomen on the opposite side, which made them even more emboldened.
Karen huddled in the corner, listening to the series of clanging sounds from the trash can, she couldn't help whispering: "We won't be beaten to death, right? I don't want to disfigure my face."
Claire rolled her eyes: "They have hostages in their hands, we can't shoot indiscriminately. Besides, if you are killed and not disfigured, are you sure they won't do anything more disgusting?"
Karen trembled all over: "Yes, but I don't want to die, let alone disfigured."
"Then shut up and tighten your body a little bit to avoid being hit by stray bullets." The little monkey said, and the small mirror in his hand has been skillfully poked out, and it took a few deft shots: "The problem now is not to save the hostages, but to save the hostages." They didn't run away, but they forced us."
The gun in Karen's hand trembled a little: "Then, what shall we do?"
The opponent had more guns than them, more people than them, and even took hostages. Everything was not good for them.
Claire poked out the muzzle of the gun, recalling the key points of mirror shooting that Luke explained to her in her mind, and pulled the trigger decisively after a little calculation.
She had to stop the other party's unscrupulous approach immediately, which would put them in a deadlock.
Clap! Clap clap!
Five shots slightly spaced, the first two shots are the test impact points, and the last three shots are the real shooting.
A gangster fell down screaming, clutching his crotch.
The gangsters yelled, "Ah, the black dog has been shot."
"Damn, his bird was interrupted."
"Kill these two bitches!"
Claire looked at the gangsters approaching against the wall in the mirror, but she didn't feel panicked, but entered an unusually calm state.
Clap clap clap clap!
"Ah!" The second gangster fell down and was shot three times in the chest and abdomen.
The gangsters were taken aback: What kind of marksmanship is this! Hit two people with two shots? I won't run into hard stubble!
"Boss, use this." A gangster shouted.
Claire screamed in her heart when she saw what the other party took out.
The two bandits who were left behind were actually carrying AK rifles.
The iron dustbin can barely stop ordinary pistol bullets, but it can't stop the penetrating rifle bullets at all.
Although both of them were wearing bulletproof vests, Claire's head was not bulletproof, and Karen's bulletproof vest only covered the vital parts of his upper body, so retreating was equally dangerous.
what to do? She became anxious.
"Girl, do you need strength? Say my name!" A deep voice sounded in her mind.
Claire: "What the hell?"
"Apologize! I'm not a devil! Besides, just talk to me in your heart, don't need to say it out loud." The voice that was as deep as the devil in the game roared angrily.
Claire: ... ok, sorry, what are you then
"Call out my name, and you will gain power!" The deep voice continued.
Claire: Then you have to tell me first, what's your name.
Deep voice: "Uh... glutton!"
Claire: E~glutton!
"Stupid... that e isn't in my name!" The voice was a little exasperated.
Claire couldn't help cursing: "TF!"
"Apologize! Don't say dirty words to me!" The deep voice was dissatisfied again.
sorry! But can you hurry up? I seem to have called your name already! Claire yelled in her heart.
"It's not right! You have to do it all over again! Say glutton to me!" The deep voice was very persistent.
Claire felt her chest hurt so much, she was completely pissed off, but she could only read: glutton!
"You already have my power, go fight, girl chosen by fate!" said a low voice.
Claire was bewildered: Wait! What kind of power is yours, why don't I feel it at all
"Stupid... girl! Relax, don't resist." A deep voice cursed.
Claire suddenly felt her hand holding the gun rise by itself.
She exclaimed, trying to control it.
"Bai... Girl, it's my strength, don't resist it." The deep voice almost wanted to curse again, but like the previous few times, it didn't have the guts.
Claire's mind was spinning, and she chose to obey. After all, she has no good way now, and it's too late to use the ultimate move of summoning Luke.
Under her gaze, her right hand poked out of the gun in an extremely steady manner.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
The five gangsters fell to the ground with a thud, and without even a scream, they directly shot their heads and were killed on the spot.
"Girl, you can go out and clean up the battlefield now." He said in a deep voice.
Claire still held the small mirror to check for a while, feeling extremely shocked.
She could only see her outstretched right hand just now, and couldn't see the five gangsters at all, so there was no possibility of aiming.
As a result, all five shots were shot, and all five gangsters fell to the ground and did not move.
After a few seconds, she regained her senses and gestured two tactical signs to Karen. The two covered alternately, and slowly approached the culprit's body.