"If you want to live, come with me." The skinny man pressed down hard, forcing Ivy Holden with the muzzle of his gun to turn and walk deeper into the alley.
"Ugh..." Ivy Holden suddenly squatted down, groaning in pain. "My stomach hurts so much!"
"You fucking—" Just as the man was about to make his move, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. His wrist was then viciously twisted, sending a wave of agony through his entire body. The next second, he collapsed limply to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the small, intricate 3D-printed handgun from the man's grasp was now in Ivy Holden's hand.
With a weapon in her hand, Ivy Holden didn't dare hesitate. She aimed at a spot diagonally above her and pulled the trigger.
A BANG rang out, followed by a pained groan.
The other two men hidden in the shadows charged forward. One was kicked to the ground by Jensen Morrison, who had just arrived. The other rushed toward Ivy Holden but stopped dead in his tracks.
