High Noon!
After the battle had gone on for a while and the enemy numbers had been greatly reduced, someone finally decided to unleash a major move and clear the field once and for all.
McNair loaded the large revolver named Colt in her hand to the brim and holstered it at her waist. Fearlessly, she strode ahead of everyone. At that moment, a breeze swept through, sending yellow sand swirling through the air. A tumbleweed drifted past her, and her short black cape rustled loudly in the wind.
Her pose was straight out of a legendary cowboy showdown, immediately drawing everyone's attention. They all involuntarily turned to look at her. Of course, that was mainly because slow guitar notes and the echoing accompaniment of old Western instruments were coming from somewhere on her body. Everyone listened closely and recognized it. Oh, it was Red Dead Redemption.
The US government really was ruthless. They sent their agents on such dangerous missions and still made them promote Hollywood movies. Truly a rotten capitalist country steeped in evil!
But McNair had no time to care about that. The world before her had turned black and white, while her enemies stood out in vivid red. Everyone's movements had become unbearably slow.
Spatial coordinates locked. Random evasion trajectories for all targets calculated. Weapon mechanism energy charge normal...
McNair exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. Colt's long, narrow barrel had turned a bright crimson. The firing solutions had already been calculated in her mind, and every uncertain variable concerning her targets was completely under her control. All she had to do now was draw her gun and pull the trigger, and she could guarantee that every bullet would enter an enemy's skull!
Her Five Fingers flexed as they slowly reached for the pistol at her