Female Novel
Chapter 1178
Tommy had the gun in his hand, but his hand kept shaking.
Although Miss Charlotte had ordered him, he had never killed anyone before, let alone a woman.
His hand kept shaking, and he could barely hold the pistol and had to use his left hand to force his
shaking right wrist.
"Tommy, what are you waiting for? Shoot her. She is the one who encouraged Otis to usurp power and
plot against my mother, and she is the one who caused my mother to be unconscious."
Charlotte roared, her voice hoarse.
"Yes, Miss Charlotte!" Tommy answered through clenched teeth.
He was scared inside and clearly felt that his lips had lost their temperature and were only cold.
On the contrary, Joyce, who was under the gun, was very calm.
Above the face of absolute beauty, there was only calmness.
It was as if what was pointing at her temple at the moment was not a pistol at all.
"Shoot! Shoot! Aevenge Cecelia, quick!" Charlotte kept urging, kept goading, "Kill her, kill her!"
Charlotte's voice seemed like a magic spell around Tommy's ears. He gave up, closed his eyes fiercely,
determined, and pulled the trigger hard.
He didn't even dare to open his eyes to see.
"Click, click."
There was no "bang" as he expected, and no smell of smoke.
The pistol didn't even shoot a bullet.
He opened his eyes in confusion and looked repeatedly at the gun in his hand, "How is it possible?
Clearly the safety was on."
Charlotte saw that Tommy did not fire the gun, she could not stand it and cursed, "Trash!"
Tommy was just such a trash.
She rushed forward, snatched Joyce's pistol from Tommy, and pulled the trigger.
"Go to hell, go to hell, you go to hell!!!"
Tommy was pushed aside by Charlotte, and he almost could not recognize the fierce Charlotte in front
of him, Was this ever the gentle Miss Charlotte he knew?
Charlotte stared angrily at the gun in her hand. Why couldn't she shoot the bullets? Why? Why?
Damn it, she wanted Joyce dead!
Joyce looked at Charlotte with amusement. At the moment, Charlotte was like a desperate jumper.
Suddenly, Joyce stroke out, her soft body cutting through the air in a harsh arc. She first lift a foot with
a perfect flying spin, and then a vicious downward slash, hitting Tommy squarely in the chest.
She turned her body around and attacked Charlotte's shoulder at the same time, who then had to
release the gun in her hand.
Next, she turned her wrist nimbly, and the next second, the pistol was back to her hand.
Charlotte was pushed back a few steps by Joyce.
She was shocked. When did Joyce even learn this? The Joyce she knew could not fight at all.
Could it be that Joyce had actually grown up a lot during the four years?
Damn it, she didn't imagine that.
She got anxious and scolded Tommy, "Trash, why don't you hurry up and subdue her! Come on, don't
let her get the gun! She's a sharpshooter."
Too late though, Joyce smiled coldly.
The gun had returned to her hand.
No, to be precise, it never left her grasp.
She flicked up her wrist, raised her pistol, and before her eyes, Tommy leapt up from the ground andnovelbin
lunged at her.
She gently pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
The pistol had a special suppressor, so the sound was not too loud, but enough to shock everyone.