Chapter 1692: Who Are You?

Chapter 1692: Who Are You?

The man in black who held the little girl was completely focused on

Joyce's action of throwing the gun, completely unaware of her other

movements. He couldn't even imagine it.

A flash of silver light dazzled.

He didn't have time to react. He only felt intense pain in his wrist, and

the gun he had pointed at the little girl fell to the ground.

In that instant.

Reuben pounced forward, twisting the wrist of the man holding the little

boy hostage, and forcefully threw the man aside, instantly rescuing the

hostage.

Meanwhile, when Joyce saw the gun drop from the criminal's hand, she

swiftly picked it up again.

Almost simultaneously, as she picked up the gun, several shots rang

out.

The man holding the little girl hostage and the previously fallen,

recovering man in black were instantly brought down by her shots.

Then, with a "swish" sound, the silver light flashed, and the spinning

dart made a perfect return to her left hand.

At this moment, she was kneeling on one knee, holding the gun in her

right hand, and between her index and middle fingers of her left hand

was a silver spinning dart, displaying a dazzling and beautiful posture.

Reuben was almost dumbfounded. It was too beautiful.

Legends were still legends, often exaggerated by people. So when he

discovered Joyce's past, although surprised, he didn't necessarily

believe everything in his heart. He always wanted to see it with his own

eyes, just how amazing she was. Was she really as extraordinary as

the legends made her out to be?

Today, encountering the attack of criminals, although unfortunate for

the children who were frightened, they were fortunate enough to

witness Joyce's skills. Reuben was shocked; it exceeded his

imagination.

At this moment, Joyce was so beautiful and stunning that she

completely captured his gaze, unable to look away.

She truly lived up to being the daughter of a warlord, a sharpshooter.

Not only was her marksmanship excellent, but her skill with the

spinning dart was also top-notch.

All the criminals in the ice cream shop were subdued.

At that moment, sharp police sirens sounded outside, and dozens of

armed special police officers in bomb suits rushed in, shouting, "Don’t

move! Squat down and raise your hands above your head!"

"You too! Put down your gun!" one of the special police officers shouted

at Joyce.

Joyce put down the gun and spinning dart from her hands, placing

them on the ground, and then she raised her hands. Anderson hid

behind her, peeking out with his little head, observing the special police

officers rushing in.

"Mummy, they're so stupid. They can't tell who's good and who's bad,"

Anderson muttered, pursing his lips.

“It's their duty. All threats must be eliminated,” Joyce lowered her voice.

At this moment, the special police officer who had yelled earlier rushed

over, kicking away Joyce's gun and spinning dart with his foot, and

pointed his gun at Joyce's forehead.

"Don't move. Behave."

Finally, Reuben couldn't bear it anymore. He sneered and said

disdainfully, "Are you blind? She just saved all the children. What's the

use of your arrival? You're pointing a gun at her. Do you even know

who she is?"

The group of special police officers subdued all the masked men in

black.

The leading special police officer walked up to Joyce, wearing an

incredulous expression, "You're the one who shot them?"

He pointed at the men in black lying on the ground, each one hit in the

wrist with extreme precision. The shooter was undoubtedly a

marksman.

Joyce smiled and replied, "Yes. I shot them all.”

At this moment, the mother of the little girl who had accused Joyce

tightly hugged her daughter and rebuked, "It was her. She shot down

the criminals just now. But it was so dangerous. The criminal had

already pointed a gun at my daughter's head, and she didn't care about

the child at all. She dared to shoot. Although everything is fine now,

what if something had gone wrong? What if there had been a mistake?

Can you bear the consequences?"

In her final sentence, the mother of the little girl held her child and

pointed at Joyce, trembling as she shouted. She was terrified; her child

had narrowly escaped death. If the gun in the criminal's hand had gone

off, her child would have been a corpse.

She would rather believe the police than a stranger.

"Do you have a gun license?" the leading special police officer

approached and questioned.

“I do, but I don't have it with me. I can have someone bring it, let me

make a phone call,” Joyce shrugged, looking relaxed.

"Not necessary for now. Have it brought to the police station when you

come to give your statement,” the leading special police officer glanced

at the scene, gesturing for others to pick up Joyce's gun and place it in

a sealed bagReuben walked over, keeping a distance from the mother

of the little girl. He sneered with a face full of disdain, "Your attitude

towards your lifesaver is simply shameful. Did you clearly see the

whole process? It's laughable. She first threw the dart, slashing the

wrists of the criminals. After the gun fell from the criminals’ hands, she

shot their wrists, making sure they couldn't hold a gun anymore.

Otherwise, would you be able to hold your child in your arms now?

Even if the police arrived, what would be the use? If they missed the

opportunity, we would all become hostages, including the four children.

Then we would negotiate with the criminals according to their demands.

Can you bear the risks involved?"

The mother of the little girl looked confused. The process happened too

quickly, and she couldn't see clearly. She thought that Joyce had

directly shot down the criminals during the confrontation, which was too

dangerous for the children.

"Well, I..." She stuttered, unable to find the words.

The leading special police officer glanced at Joyce and also noticed the

spinning dart. So that's how it happened.

At this time, an employee from the ice cream shop, who recognized

Joyce, took out his phone and searched online. He found a photo and

then walked up to Joyce, confirming her appearance.

Then, he stammered, filled with excitement and disbelief, “Yes, yes,

Generalissimo? The daughter of the warlord?"

Reuben stood aside, smiling nonchalantly, his handsome face filled

with mockery. "Finally, someone with insight.”