"Hoodlums in black?" The figure said, a soft Spanish accent hinted at her voice.
The figure was actually a woman. She took off her sunglasses, cold blue eyes staring at the gangsters. "And you're saying these men are from the Black Organization?" She said, with a snort, unbelieving. "Impossible."
She turned around, her back facing them. She walked back to the car, putting on her sunglasses back again.
"Don't believe what everyone says." She said, smirking. She blew smoke once again. "Take care of them, agents. My work here is done. I have no further use for these men." The woman said, throwing her cigarette on the road, stepping on it, crushing it under her boots.
She opened the car door, ready to go inside, when a loud sound was suddenly heard. It sounded like a gun, and the person who fired it must not be far away.
The woman stood frozen, a bullet sticking out of her trench coat's back. It didn't pass through. Apparently, the woman was wearing a vest.
"Hmph. Tontos." She said, taking the bullet between her fingers, and flicking it away.