No police station would be foolish enough to scatter bullets everywhere waiting for the perfect Witch to pick them up.
On that day, a heavy storm hit the city.
Xilan stood on the rainy highway at night, with no light in sight. She took out her pistol, watching the raindrops fiercely strike the gray-black sleeve, and the gathered streams fell from the trigger rapidly, as if she had become a child abandoned by the whole world.
After returning, she quickly sold the gun as a second-hand item.
As a result, due to being soaked with rain, its value plummeted.
Not a bit of contribution value was gained, and a large portion of her money was inexplicably lost.
Maximum loss.
Although the vice president thought she could go into intelligence work, Xilan believed she was someone who could change the world. How could she do such work? She had to be on the frontline of battle, even insisting on supporting East China herself.
After all, other places weren't keen to have her either.
