Chapter 775

　　Third person's POV 　　The figure was slender, clad in a black tight-fitting combat uniform, with distinct body curves—she was a woman! 　　"Who are you?" Golden Shark asked in horror, hastily pulling out his pistol from his pants. 　　Sweat poured from him as the woman approached from the firelight, her face obscured. 　　As he drew his gun, a loud "bang" echoed—a gunshot shattered his hand, sending his weapon clattering to the ground. 　　Seizing the moment, the driver fired back. 　　A silver flash zipped through the air, and the driver clutched his chest in agony, a dagger protruding from it. 　　He crumpled to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth. 　　Golden Shark, a man of many dangers, was unnerved by today's bizarre events. 　　As he tried to flee with his broken hand, another "bang" rang out, a bullet shattering his knee. 　　Every time he moved, bullets found their mark. Within seconds, he was hit five or six times, collapsing to the ground in terror. 　　"Who are you? Did Derek send you?" h