"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a handsome man?" West looked at the little girl curiously. She had smeared some mud on her face, but she couldn't hide her beautiful face.
She didn't say anything. She just stared at West. It was dangerous, but her eyes were firm and there was no trace of panic.
"Do you have a Barret sniper rifle?" the girl asked in a low voice.
"So what? Don't you go with them? They are leaving soon."
Looking at the thin girl, West kindly reminded her.
"It's useless for you to keep Barret. Why don't you give it to me?" the little girl summoned up her courage and explained her purpose.
"Why do you want it? Barret is not a toy for children. Hurry up and follow the team. If you walk slowly, no one will save you."
The little girl showed a mocking expression. "I'm 17 years old. Because of the mutation, I look like 14 years old."
"Well, well, even if you are 17 years old, what's the use of Barret?"
When the little girl told him that she was 17 years old, West was a little surprised and interested.
The little girl took out a self-made handgun and shot into the sky without raising her head.
Just as the girls were confused, a crow fell to the ground in a straight line and died.
"Awesome!" Vanessa couldn't help but exclaim. Her words had been approved by all the girls. They all said that this little girl was one in a million skillful snipers.
"..." West cursed in his heart. He couldn't underestimate anyone in the apocalypse. Those who were captivated by the little girl's appearance must have died miserably.
When the little girl was shot just now, he didn't even feel any emotional fluctuation from her. She was born to be an assassin.
"Who are you? How do you know that I have a Barret?" he hid all the weapons in the depths of the police station. How did the girl know that he had a Barret?
West asked curiously.
"Barret used to be one of my father's belongings and was taken away by the police for obstructing public safety. My name is Agnes. I was an athlete of a shooting team before the apocalypse."
"But it's mine now," West continued. "Even if it's one of your father's belongings, I can't just give it to you."
The little girl nodded in agreement and said in a daze, "I've seen you before. Your combat strength is about 500 when you are in a relaxed state, and I'm only 300 when I'm at my peak state. I'm sure I'm not your match, so I can’t snatch it."
Hearing the two numbers from Agnes, West's heart skipped a beat. Can this girl see the strength and status of her opponent?
The girl didn't notice the change in West's expression. She said to herself, "And your women are all very powerful. The leading elder sister has a combat strength of 200 when she is in a relaxed state, and the other two younger sisters have 80 and 100."
"You take turns to guard the police station. I don't have any chance."
West was shocked. The little girl was like a human radar, which could tell the combat strength of all living creatures. Her shooting ability and potential to be an assassin were just adding fuel to the fire.
Agnes continued, "You can hire me. I'm strong."
As she spoke, she pulled out her sleeves and showed her muscles with strength.
Her thin arms and legs made all the women laugh.
"Well, I don't eat much. It's easy to raise me." Agnes was still trying to sell herself.
Like West, Albert also realized the potential value of the little girl. She couldn't help but persuade West
"Westie, why don't you let her stay and give her several hours to play with guns every day?"
West agreed, reached out his hand, and said, "Welcome to our family."
"Eh?" the little girl asked in doubt, "Do you want me?"
"Of course. You can see my combat strength later." West also wanted to see how strong when he was at his peak level.
When they entered the police station, the first thing Agnes asked was mealtime.
Vanessa and Krista had the best qualified to speak on this question. They were in charge of everyone's clothes, food, transportation and had studied how to make different dishes in the police station.
To welcome the new members, Vanessa and Krista made a big meal.
Agnes was like a starving wild dog. A pork chop was stuffed into her mouth. The delicious meat made her shed tears.
Looking at the little girl who was like a wild horse without rein, West smiled bitterly. It seemed that he had to make a plan to find new food.
He didn't expect that a simple meal could make Agnes believe in them. She was so easy to deal with.