"Do you want to practice?" Brucce pulled out a gun from his right hip and handed it to Lynn.
Lynn took the gun and looked up at the moon. She closed her eyes for a moment, trusting her instincts. Without hesitation, she aimed at the bushes—and fired one shot.
A scream of pain broke the silence.
Brucce watched in disbelief. Her hand had moved like the wind. When he checked the bushes, a masked man dressed in black lay motionless. He was dead on the spot.
Brucce was stunned. How could his brother-in-law move that fast and hit a hidden spy so accurately?
He quickly called Bima to take care of the body.
"Where did you learn to do that?" Brucce asked.
"I don’t know," Lynn replied casually.
Brucce looked at him with suspicion, still waiting for Bima. Soon, Bima and Vicky arrived and saw the corpse.
“He’s not one of our guards,” Brucce confirmed.
Bima and Vicky dragged the body away. Brucce remained quiet, still puzzled. He had never seen Lynn hold a gun before.