Yellow Eagle shrugged. "This was the boss's order. I wouldn't dare disobey. I've set the target at the shortest distance, and I made sure she had a good breakfast before bringing her here. And don't forget, we didn't have any shooting experience when the boss threw us in here for three days and nights, how old were we? Eight."
Daniel Craig listened to Yellow Eagle's words and furrowed his brow slightly. Maybe Yellow Eagle was right. Cunning and intelligent as Lily was, her willingness to diligently practice shooting might indicate that she understood the significance of this punishment. But her inability to hit the target might indeed be due to a lack of aptitude.
As the night fell and the lights of New York illuminated the dark sky, Lily's shots echoed through the basement, a stark contrast to the tranquility of the night.