The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 730

After running through an exhausting catalog of top-tier weaponry, Jacko finally paused to take a swig of water. He turned back to Leilani.

"So, Leilani, after all that, did anything catch your eye? Or if you need something for a highly specific operational requirement, let me know, and I'll find it."

Leilani's gaze drifted over the staggering array of lethal hardware covering the tables, finally settling on two relatively unassuming items tucked away in the corner.

Rather than answering immediately, she walked over and picked up the first item.

Jacko followed her line of sight, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his face.

In Leilani's hands was a highly compact, tactical compound crossbow.

The frame was finished in a stealthy matte black, its profile aggressively streamlined. It was significantly smaller and lighter than a traditional crossbow, its heavy-duty bowstring pulled taut, radiating a silent, lethal tension.

"This."

Leilani weighed the weapon in her hands, her fingertips brushing over the cold composite material of the stock. "Can I test the draw?"

Jacko hadn't expected her to bypass an entire arsenal of cutting-edge firearms to choose such an "ancient" piece of hardware.

But since she was drawn to it, he nodded immediately.

"Of course."

He quickly gave her the rundown.

"That's The Night Crow. Just got it in. Compared to traditional models, it offers pinpoint accuracy and is virtually silent. You sacrifice the range and kinetic energy of a rifle, but for close-quarters stealth operations, it's unmatched."

Most of his clientele came strictly for the firearms. Leilani was one of the rare few who saw the value in modern cold weaponry.

Leilani listened as she adjusted the stock against her shoulder. The weapon felt incredibly right.

The whole point of this trip was to secure personal defense equipment. They didn't necessarily need massive stopping power.

To Leilani, precision and discretion were far more valuable than raw firepower.

More importantly, the physical feedback of the crossbow—the tension, the trigger squeeze, the absolute focus required—mirrored the exact sensation she relied on when handling precision surgical instruments and executing her miraculous, precision-based holistic treatments. For her, this felt far more natural and deadlier in her hands than a firearm ever could.

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