The spotlight at the docks fell, and the blonde girl stood outside the car door, pursing her lips. The gun in her hand showed no signs of wavering, as if intended to shatter the dark future with a single shot.
Phoenix Academy Maggie outwardly didn't seem shaken by Saffit's comments, but in truth, she felt a bit embarrassed.
It was the first time she was doing something like an interrogation through torture, getting the process wrong, thinking she should shoot first and then ask questions to appear more formidable.
She hadn't expected that this person's spine was so soft, that he confessed everything without needing a shot.
Watching the blood gushing from Saffit's thigh and his expression, as sweat poured down like rain.
Alright, perhaps being shot feels more painful than Phoenix Academy Maggie imagined.
She lowered the gun towards the ground, keeping her expression icy as she continued, "Speak, where have all the military weapons gone?"
