There was another shot, a hook broke off, and a whole row of hanging laundry fell.

As a result, the circle in which we were hiding was strongly narrowed, and the man with the gun outside was getting closer and closer to where we were standing.

I involuntarily clenched Alpha's clothes. Just then, he leaned into my ear and said, "Combat Assault Automatic, 9mm, low recoil, easy to hide, flat, seven-round magazine..."

I looked at Alpha in surprise, wondering why he was suddenly ...