Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1160: The Sluagh

[WARNING: THE Chapter CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT.]

BANG!

"Hey!" The person behind the window in one of the buildings yelled, turning his head to Mint-whom he thought was new here. "Why are you opening fire!? Can you even see him?"

Mint frowned slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm just taking my chances."

"Don't waste your ammo!"

"Okay." Mint pursed her lips and nodded, but instead of standing by as ordered, she opened fire again.

"What the—" The man turned to her. All he saw was her still facing him, rifle pointed at the window. "Are you fucking insane—"

BANG!

Before he could finish, a loud gunshot echoed in the hallway. The man's scream earned the attention of all the members stationed there. They turned their heads toward the sound of gunfire and the scream, only to see one of their men lying on the ground, shot in the leg.

Standing just a step behind the man was a woman. They furrowed their brows. This face... was something they hadn't seen before. They hadn't noticed her earlier because of the chaos, but now that the scene had unfolded, they knew... she was not one of them.

"Take her down!" the first man who had recovered from the surprise shouted, and all of them quickly raised their rifles. Without hesitation, they opened fire.

But alas, unlike them-who were only trained to pull the trigger and take lives— Mint was trained. And during her training, she was the most exceptional, not just in her class, but in that entire school year.

Gliding down to the man she had shot, she swiftly pulled him up and used him as a shield. The man couldn't even plead for his life as bullets riddled his body. She then slipped her rifle between his torso and arm, firing back at them.

and expertly aimed, hitting her

back were able to use their already-dead comrades as shields, that didn't save them from the

her direction, yet she fearlessly charged head-on. When

BANG!

BANG!

CLAK!

their own fallen comrades, she grabbed both their rifles. The men immediately felt the added weight, but that didn't stop them from pulling the

CLACK!

CLACK!

a sinister grin as she watched the men peek over their human shields. "Out of bullets?" she cocked her head to

a run for it. They were already out of ammo, and they had no time to

had never encountered a fight like this. They mostly used their rifles to intimidate their hostages, who wouldn't fight back or if they did, it was

—

they could do was stare at the female demon across from the bodies of their

head as if she could read their thoughts. Well, she didn't need to guess; their faces said it

shooting, she spun it in a split second and struck

the hallway, her lips pressed into a thin line. There wasn't a look of remorse in her eyes-just a look

weapons, and used intimidation on those who couldn't fight back. Something as basic as reloading an essential skill on the battlefield-was something they couldn't do on

skills, but it's quite a disappointment. Even that they can't keep up," she murmured. "But then again... even with this kind of skill, they

she'd knocked unconscious. A surge of panic swelled in her chest, thinking that Benjamin might stumble upon this hallway and get scared to

He might faint!

to find him before

she jogged, she stopped and turned