"Mercy? What kind?" She pretended to ponder over the idea when in reality, her eyes were scanning the men advancing towards her.
Just then, she realized the weird stance they were in and the expression they were trying to hide. Although it was barely noticeable, she saw some of the men's eyes flicker between her and the boxes that surrounded her. Was that why they were so wary? In the corner of her eye, she deduced that the lids on the crates were only placed haphazardly and that from where she was standing, she could easily reach out to get the contents.
"I'll have less of my men share you." While he answered her, he gestured to his men to spread out and approach her from all sides. Capturing a woman was usually easy, but this woman was unpredictable and slippery.
"Really? That's the best you got?" She asked and suddenly placed her hand into the crate.
He panicked upon seeing that and screamed, "Grab her!"
He was not aware whether she knew how to use a gun, but those crates were definitely not empty. It was still filled with unused firearms.
Rosè Yang felt the familiar hard plastic graze her fingers and she immediately knew what it was. She roughly yanked it out as shredded paper fillings fell on the floor.
A slow and dangerous smile spread on her lips upon seeing the Mark XIX pistol. She marveled at the beautiful gun before her, breathing out in astonishment. She ran her fingers over the beautiful metal piece.
A dark chuckle left her lips. This fight hasn't even started and she already won.
But one gun wasn't enough. While they all rushed to grab her, she had felt around the crate and realized it was filled with an assortment of firearms. Judging from the gun she had pulled out, most were probably fully stocked with ammo. Wonderful.
She succumbed to the darkness she had grown accustomed to fighting. She was now on autopilot. Her eyes glazed over the minute her finger unlocked the trigger, and she allowed the beast within her to take over.
WHOOSH!
Her left ear twitched, picking up the sound of a bullet flying straight towards her. At the last second, she had managed to tilt enough that the bullet only grazed her skin before going right through the thin metal wall behind her.
Her foot moved on her own, guiding her away from the bullets that were headed towards her. Closing her eyes, she breathed in deeply before firing the first shot. She felt as if her entire body was a machine in itself, dodging every bullet and weapon while she aimed at them.
BANG!
Screams reverberated throughout the warehouse. One of the men grabbed his leg in pure agony, collapsing onto his knee and while his guard was down, a bullet flew into his forehead. A clean and instantaneous kill.
It took merely ten minutes for the entire warehouse to light up with sparks, the smell of gunpowder permeated the air. The men who were previously surrounding her dropped like flies. More bullets pierced through the air, each shot a straightforward kill that left no room for mercy.
Duck. Shoot. Duck. Duck. Shoot.
BANG!
Duck.
BANG!
Like a frenzied monster freed from her chains, Rosè Yang shot without hesitation. Each bullet was able to land perfectly on the target.
The bloodlust in her eyes was terrifying.
One would think she was a trained killer instead of the wealthy and frail heiress she was previously known for.
Her aim and speed were incredible and although she never strayed far from the gun-filled crate, not a single movement has gone to waste. The combination of her footwork and marksmanship was incredibly deadly. They had never seen a woman wield a gun and truly turn it into a weapon for mass murder by herself.
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