Bab 13: The Hidden Threat

Naomi aimed her flintlock at one of the bandits, her finger poised over the trigger. The cold metal of the gun felt reassuring in her grip, and her eyes narrowed with deadly focus as she locked onto her target. Beads of sweat formed on the bandit's forehead, glistening in the dim light filtering through the dense jungle canopy. His breath came in ragged gasps, and the fear in his eyes was palpable as he stared down the barrel of Naomi's gun.

"Tell me who hired you," Naomi demanded, her voice cold and unwavering. The authority in her tone left no room for defiance, and the bandit flinched as if struck by the sheer force of her words.

"Please… Don't kill me! I… I will tell you!" the bandit stammered, his voice trembling with fear.