Well, excuse me, even though I no longer know Malin... Thinking this, Malin looked at the wallet in his hand. Finding only a few coins inside, the victim had thrown the wallet at the head of the little punk who wanted to play a kidnapping scheme. The punk kept muttering something, and even though Malin could have used a language spell to understand it, he simply couldn't be bothered.
You all want free benefits without risking your lives—how sickeningly annoying.
With a swift kick, Malin sent the guy sprawling onto the bodies of his accomplices. Turning his head toward the exit of the alleyway, he happened to spot a counterterrorism assault vehicle parked at the street corner.
Counterterrorism assault vehicle?
Malin looked at the small figure leaping off the vehicle. She carried a gun and was examining the situation within the alley alongside her team.
