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Holding a butterfly-knife handle, the black Cuban stared at the white girl stabbed by him with terrified eyes.Perhaps, in most previous robberies, his knife didn't have many chances to be used.

The behavior of this white girl was too weird tonight.After the palm of an ordinary person is completely pierced by the blade, even if they don't yell in fear, they will not be able to bear the severe pain.

Even members of the US Green Berets, Delta Force, or Navy SEALs who have received "superman training" will desperately fight the enemy when encountering this situation.

After all, the strangeness on the outside could not be compared with the great fear inside, "She is the devil! She is the devil!!" The Cuban accomplice shouted in Haitian, and suddenly let go of the handle of the knife with his right hand and retreated.

"It hurts!" was the only word that came to Gloria's mind right now.However, the degree of pain does not seem to be that severe.

Now, after being shot in the thigh with a sniper rifle in Atlanta, she doesn't think getting a knife through the palm of her hand is such a serious matter.At least, she didn't see a lot of blood spilling out from the two wounds on the front and back of the palm.

He raised his injured left hand, glanced at the butterfly-knife that pierced the entire palm, grabbed the handle on the right and pulled it out, "Hey...!" The bloodshot sword-shaped blade was cut She pulled it out right away.

"It doesn't hurt anymore!?" Gloria put the palm of her left hand in front of her eyes, turning over and over to inspect the wound on the back of her hand and the palm of her hand.

"Wow!" When she exclaimed, she found that the wound on the front and back of her palm had healed.There is no trace left on the smooth and delicate skin of the hands, as if it has never been injured.

The scene was full of horror, weirdness, and frightening atmosphere, and time seemed to freeze around a few people.Gloria, holding a butterfly-knife, walked up to Katerina and blocked her with her body.

"Now, do you still want to continue?" Looking at the two robbers, he said slowly.

"Devil, do you dare to show yourself in front of me? Damn it, kill her!" the Haitian black man yelled.

"No, are you crazy? Twice! Didn't kill her twice the fuck!" cried the Cuban companion.

"Go and get the gun! Bastard!" the Haitian black man yelled, running towards the Mustang not far behind him.

Gloria smiled and followed closely behind.When the golden braids of the Haitian black danced in front of her, she felt that the distance between herself and the other party was getting closer, and time and space passed by her side like light and shadow.

When the two robbers just ran to the trunk of the car, they were taken aback, and suddenly found a white girl standing in front of them.The Cuban accomplice yelled, "Ah...the devil! Run!" Turning around in horror, he ran towards the passenger door of the car again.

The remaining black Haitian with blond braids tremblingly raised his right hand holding the gun, "Stand back, I'm going to shoot!"

Gloria pouted, "Well, it is indeed a big gun!" Before the opponent could aim and shoot, he held the butterfly-knife and stabbed at the opponent's neck.

"Pedoro! Pedoro!" The Haitian black finally collapsed, shouting the name of the Pedoro family among the gods of the loa, threw away the revolver-gun, turned and ran.

Gloria stooped to pick up the Colt Python revolver with the extra-long barrel as the two guys got into the cab and drove off in a panic.

Just now, she didn't really want to kill the man with golden braids.There are looters with murder weapons everywhere, so why not leave them to the local police to deal with.

Holding the hand-gun and butterfly-knife dropped by the other party, he turned and walked towards Katerina, "Hey, it's all right."

Katerina opened her eyes, looked around and asked, "God! Uh, where are those two bastards?"

"Well, I told them you didn't have any money. So, they left."

"Please, I heard a gunshot just now."

"Well, I think they're warning me not to show up on their turf in the future."

"Really?"

"Okay, let's get out of here quickly. Believe me, the police will be here soon."

Gloria put on her helmet, started the engine, and drove the Ukrainian girl out of the parking lot in front of the motel when she heard the siren of a police car in the distance on the left side of the road.

Motorcycle handlebars in hand, accelerating toward Cocoa, north of Forrest Avenue, he glanced through the visor of his helmet at the passing Titusville Local Police Department police car.

Katerina was sitting in the back of the car with her arms around Gloria's waist tightly, her long golden curly hair dancing wildly in the wind.Before leaving, she didn't ask where she was going, nor did she ask where the butterfly-knife she handed to her came from. She only knew that she would not hurt her, and was truly protecting her.

Gloria drove her motorcycle off Forrest Avenue in Cocoa, turned left onto Martin Anderson Shoreline Road, and headed west toward downtown Orlando, 49 miles west.

An unexpected encounter with a mugger was not part of her plan.Therefore, in order to avoid being discovered by the Titusville police, she could only choose to enter Orlando, a city in central Florida.

After 50 minutes, drive into the city of Orlando.Parked the motorcycle on the side of the road, opened the visor windshield, turned around and looked at the girl behind him, "Hey, are you okay?"

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