"I'll go." Norman Bennett directly interrupted Luna's words and prepared to hand over the person in his arms to Joy Lyle.
However, Joy Lyle's face darkened, and she avoided him, then reached out to Norman Bennett, saying, "Give me the gun, I'll go, I am qualified."
Taking advantage of the moment while the two were talking, Luna quickly left the hiding bushes and flowerbeds without waiting for anyone's consent.
Honestly, such dawdling, not efficient at all, with this kind of shoving around, she could have already completed the task.
"Luna!" A low calling voice came from behind, instantly recognizable as Norman Bennett calling her.
Call as much as you like, I won't turn back.
Anyway, Norman Bennett wouldn't really dare to call her to stop if he didn't want to alert anyone.
Reaching the side of the house, she cocked her handgun and then slowed down her pace, after all not wearing shoes made her steps quieter.
