The assassins didn't hesitate; they weren't going to spare any insiders, even if she was just a cleaner. But Erin's disguise had worked; they paid no heed to the soon-to-be deceased, pitiful person before them. Thus, as she raised her hand, the pitiful person drew a gun from her waist and opened fire.
The gunfire erupted, with a bullet quickly killing one assassin, piercing through his throat. As she fired, Erin also shifted her position, but it wasn't much use. The opponent was a professional assassin, and this was a narrow corridor. She managed an ambush to kill one assassin, yet couldn't avoid the bullet from another.
A bullet hit Erin's waist and abdomen, tore through her clothes, but what came out wasn't blood, it was stuffed cotton.
"The importance of maintaining your figure!"
Erin cheered and shot through the assassin's leg.
