The bullets struck like they hit a steel plate, producing crisp, ringing clinks.
Yao Yu gave her wrist a slight flick, and the emptied magazine slid out from the pistol grip. Meanwhile, her left hand had already drawn a spare magazine from her waist, swinging back to snap it straight into the grip.
Her left hand smoothly cupped the wrist of her right hand, and she resumed rapid fire.
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