Not A Small-Town Girl

With his tongue cut off, the man could not speak, so he could only keep wailing.

"I told you to be quiet," Danielle said. "A hitman who can’t even understand what I’m saying is useless."

With a flash of the blade, the man’s carotid artery was instantly cut off.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was nauseating. The man’s remaining eye revealed the fear of death as he watched his blood flow all over the ground. His body gradually lost strength, and he eventually collapsed to the ground.

As time passed, more and more blood accumulated in the pool of blood, as if conveying the cruelty and ruthlessness of this cruel killing.

"Get rid of his body," Danielle instructed the bodyguard beside her with a smile. At this moment, she was like a demon that had walked out of the darkness.

and walked toward the other hitmen, her gaze sharp. With each step she took forward, the hitmen were so

be capable of using any harsh interrogation tactics, but unexpectedly, Danielle turned

come over,"

darkness emanated,

first person I deal with, not wanting to scare the others," she said. "I’m afraid they might forget the information I want

she talking about? That hitman just died a gruesome death, and she still calls it going easy. If she were to be harsh, wouldn’t our entire family be wiped

I suggest you cherish it. If the next person

them wanted to die. They were all afraid that if

I’ll tell you. Ask away. I’ll tell

As hitmen, they lived in an

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