She exchanged guns with Perry Reed.
She held the pistol in one hand, while Perry Reed held the rifle.
The speed of the motorcycle gradually increased again, not performing any fancy moves but directly heading towards the group of people who were courting death.
Aim was flawless, taking out the first target!
Didn't even give them a chance to fire!
Once their bullets were discharged, it was inevitable they would draw blood.
Shooting with absolute accuracy, leaving no survivors!
Until when Flossie Wright sped on the motorcycle and met the group again, none had the chance to breathe.
Perry Reed threw the rifle on the ground.
Flossie Wright tossed him the pistol, then took out her phone to call Ice.
"What's up?"
Upon receiving the call, Ice asked straightforwardly.
Only three months of contact had already allowed Ice to understand Flossie's temperament.
Anyway—
If there's nothing wrong, she absolutely wouldn't reach out to anyone.
