You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce drove alone to the outskirts of town, where she had previously given Luther his special custom-made badge.

She knows a lot about guns, so she knows a lot about these special materials.

There are very few places in the Capital that can make this particular material, and the hardware market on the outskirts of town is the only place that has it.

She previously found a store called ONE in the suburban hardware market through the Internet, where she could customize various special objects that could not be found on the market in general.

She needed a pair of special stocks, tailored to her hand size, that would reduce the recoil of the pistol to a greater extent.

This allows her to shoot more consistently, hit more accurately and be more precise during mobile shooting.

After what happened to Ricky, she knew better than ever that she had to be prepared for anything if she wanted to deal with Otis’ people. In addition, the body sheet for bulletproof, also need to be re-customized. She parked the car and flung the door open.

ONE's store is on the third floor of the market. She walked into the lobby, and it was a weekend, and there were many people coming. Not quite crowded, but when you look around, there are all kinds of people.

Joyce got out of the car, she

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mulled over the fact that Otis couldn't possibly know she was staying at Pinkrose penthouse for the

house, she didn't feel like she was

to the hardware market

be that Otis had heard about her previous dealings at the hardware market and knew she would be coming back, so he had someone stationed

pace and raise her guard, her right hand always

too many, she is

took out her custom order and handed it

was her first visit, and she had previously communicated

southern-looking person, not tall, yellow skin, he squinted his

got up and went behind the curtain and shortly afterwards took out

is it suitable? I'll modify it for you if it doesn't fit. Anyway, keep it to your satisfaction.” Joyce weighed the butt of the gun in her hand and visually inspected

pistol inside the store to avoid