Luke used an Accuracy Card and fired three shots.

The first shot hit the right wrist, the second grazed the left arm and hit the wall, the third shot hit the left arm.

Mamba's hands dropped, and the M4 in her hands fell to the ground.

Luke scanned the surroundings but saw no other figures, then quickly stepped forward and kicked the M4 on the ground away.

Mamba's hands hung down as she glared fiercely at Luke.

Anthony also got up from the floor, rushed into the villa, and showed a look of surprise upon seeing Mamba's arm wound.

Suddenly encountering gunfire, even trained officers and agents would be stunned.

However, Luke managed to stay vigilant, taking advantage of the gunman reloading to counterattack, which requires immense courage and action.

If he were ten years younger, Anthony might have had the audacity and boldness, but now he could only follow behind Luke.

If Luke's counterattack surprised him, then Mamba's arm wound impressed him.

In such a crisis, most officers and agents would choose to aim for the chest and empty the magazine; he would do the same.

This method is the most foolproof and safest.

Because the opponent also has a gun, if you can't kill or subdue them immediately, you might be the one who dies.

Shooting at the chest has a higher probability than hitting the wrist or arm; killing is easier than subduing the enemy.

From any perspective, aiming at the chest is the first choice; most officers and agents choose this method.

Of course, this doesn't mean shooting the arm is wrong.

On the contrary, the professor wasn't caught, the painting wasn't found; if Mamba died now, the clues would be cut off.

So, keeping Mamba alive is best; shooting her arm to disable her ability to fire is the optimal choice.

But this optimal choice is very difficult, and the cost of failure is being killed.

Only when fully confident would Anthony choose this optimal plan.

Anthony and Luke have known each other for quite some time, cooperating and competing with each other; from what Anthony understands of Luke, he is not reckless or a hero wannabe, otherwise, he wouldn't have been promoted so quickly to Squad Leader of the Robbery and Murder Department's First Squad.

So, there's only one result: Luke is confident in subduing Mamba.

This is impressive.

In all honesty, Anthony thinks he couldn't do it; even the best field agents can rarely achieve this.

These thoughts flashed by in a moment; now is not the time to zone out.

The other officers and agents also rushed into the villa, capturing the injured Mamba.

Luke, with a few officers, continued to search the villa; although they came to catch Mamba, who can guarantee she's the only one in the house? If there were other gunmen waiting to ambush, it would be a big problem.

"Clear!"

"Clear."

"No suspicious persons found."

After a thorough search, no more gunmen were found, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, officers and agents also became alert, recalling the earlier situation with some lingering fear; Mamba is definitely a fierce woman, David Marco took two shots to the chest, with two officers pressing on his chest to stop the bleeding; it's uncertain if he'll survive.

Other officers and agents were also injured; fortunately, they all wore bulletproof vests and the wood walls provided some protection, the injuries are not very serious.

Still, it left them feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Thinking of how Luke subdued Mamba single-handedly, everyone looked at him with a bit more respect; having experienced real gunfights, they knew how dangerous the situation was, killing the opponent wasn't easy, let alone capturing them.

No wonder such a young person could become the Squad Leader of the Robbery and Murder Department's First Squad.

He's indeed impressive.

Mamba was captured, but Luke didn't relax; many officers and agents were injured and needed to be arranged for hospitalization and treatment.

Meanwhile, they needed to escort the suspect, Mamba, and David Marco to the hospital.

"Captain, there's a discovery here." Jenny waved to Luke.

Anthony heard the call and got there a step ahead of Luke, "What did you find?"

Jenny rolled her eyes and led the two into a dressing room, opening a cabinet at the back; inside were not clothes but a mass of weapons—pistols, rifles, shotguns, sniper rifles, grenades, knives, bulletproof vests, and all sorts of firearms were available.

Anthony praised, "Beautiful."

"No kidding." Luke picked up a shotgun and tested its feel, "It's lucky that woman wasn't fully prepared, otherwise the police casualties would be higher."

Anthony picked up a knife and made some gestures, "I've always wanted a similar armory at home."

Luke looked at the crow's feet at the corner of his eyes, "I thought you already had one."

Anthony said, "I've been too busy; it's always been just a thought."

Luke chuckled; he had similar plans, but it's hard to remodel a rented place; once he buys a house of his own, he'll definitely set up a gun locker.

...

The next morning.

Mary Hospital, Room 408.

Mamba lay on the bed, feet cuffed to the bed rail.

"Creak..." Luke pushed the door and entered.

Mamba turned her head, her previously lazy gaze turned sharp.

Luke greeted, "Hi, I heard your surgery went well; how are you feeling now?"

"Not great." Mamba tried lifting her arm, snorted, "But you have pretty good aim."