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    “No!” Amy insisted. She hid the pistol behind her back, then discreetly handed it to the driver. “Here, take it back.”


    The gun was cold and heavy, much like the dread settling in her heart.


    What kind of enemies did Nora have? Why were they so desperate to kill her?


    The driver’s eyes flicked to Nora’s hardened expression in the rearview mirror. After a moment’s hesitation, he extended the pistol toward her.


    “I trust you won’t be reckless,” he said.


    Before Amy could react, Nora grasped the weapon. Though unfamiliar, the pistol seemed toe alive in her hands. With surprising ease, she reloaded and chambered a round.


    “I’m not a child, Amy,” Nora stated, her gaze icy. In one fluid motion, she rolled down the window and fired at one of the pursuing ck cars.


    The shot connected, sending the vehicle swerving wildly across itsne.


    “Nice shot!” the head bodyguard shouted.


    Her aim surpassed even his own — where his bullet had merely punctured a tire, Nora’s shot had caused the vehicle to lose total control.


    Amy fell silent, suddenly aware of her mistake.


    She had instinctively treated Nora like someone who needed protection, but even without her memories, Nora was clearly capable.


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    She had blown things out of proportion, thinking Nora still needed her constant care.


    Despite feeling like a novice, Nora handled the pistol with unexpected proficiency. Each squeeze of the trigger found its mark with deadly uracy.


    A hint of satisfaction crept across her face, softening her grim expression.


    The pistol’s seven rounds vanished quickly, but not before Nora disabled two wheels on the pursuing vehicle. It limped along, no longer a serious threat.


    As the head bodyguard closed his window and reloaded, he turned to Nora. “Miss, have you had formal training? Your skill surpasses my team’s professional snipers.”


    “Actually, this was my first time using a gun,” Nora replied modestly, unaware of her extensive past experience.


    “Well, you’re a natural then!”


    He praised her, but internally, he was skeptical. It was hard to believe she was a novice when she outperformed soldiers who had drilled for years. Oblivious to his thoughts, Nora returned the empty weapon to the driver.


    “No bullets left.”


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