Chapter 1692: Who Are You?


    Chapter 1692: Who Are You?


    The man in ck who held the little girl waspletely focused on Joyce''s action of throwing the gun,


    A sh 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 ck were instantly


    brought down by her shots.


    Then, with a "swish" sound, the silver light shed, 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, disying 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 shepletely 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, cing 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 ck.


    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 ck 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 used 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 rxed.


    "Not necessary for now. Have it brought to the police station when youe to give your statement,"


    the leading special police officer nced at the scene, gesturing for others to pick up Joyce''s gun and


    ce 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''sughable. She first threw the dart, shing 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 be hostages,


    including the four children. Then we would negotiate with the criminals ording 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 nced at Joyce and also noticed the spinning dart. So that''s how it


    happened.


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    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 nonchntly, his handsome face filled with mockery. "Finally, someone


    with insight."