Chapter 1183
Chapter 1183: I Have More Knowledge in the Industry Than You (5)_1
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"You guys, come quick, Captain Pemberton seems to be a little off."
"Hurry, turn her over, be careful... wait, her stomach hit a rock!"
"She’s bleeding, what do we do?!"
"What to do, get her back immediately, best if she can go with that pregnant woman, take a helicopter back together!"
Ella Pemberton heard this vaguely; before her consciousness completely faded, she succumbed to intense pain and fell into a coma.
In the trees, after completing her shot and feeling pretty good, Nancy Phillips, who had just jumped down and flicked a bug from her collar, heard the commotion and instantly realized something was wrong. She hurried towards Ella Pemberton’s location.
In the mountains, thousands of meters away.
𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
The battle continued.
Both sides had been at a standoff for a while, with no clear winner in sight.
The snipers too, were silently competing, trying to pinpoint each other’s location while also vying for who could hit more targets.
Eventually, both sides, unable to break the deadlock, gradually ceased firing.
Both sides were desperately frazzled.
However, this pause was enough time for Flossie Wright and Jessie Grain to make their move.
An enemy sniper was scanning the area through his scope, bit by bit, searching for any targets he could spot.
Suddenly—
"Hey, still looking for me?"
A cold voice fell from above, clearly carrying an aura that made the heart tremble.
The sniper jerked to attention.
But he had never faced this situation before—being discovered while aiming, and the other party silently approaching him unnoticed.
The surprise sent a shiver of cold sweat down his spine!
Instinctively looking up, accustomed to sniping, the sniper naturally tried to aim with the barrel of his gun, but it was only when the sniper rifle was halfway raised that his brain belatedly grasped his current predicament.
Without further thought, he immediately dropped the sniper rifle.
He reached for the machete at his waist, but just as his fingers gripped the handle, a foot came crashing down on his back, as if it could snap his spine.
The pain was suffocating.
Still, as a battle-hardened sniper, he bore it, yanking the machete out.
Just as the machete was drawn, a chrome-plated military knife flew down from above, carrying a chill aura, and viciously stabbed into the back of his hand.
The sniper couldn’t hold back and let out a loud cry.
At that moment, Flossie Wright bent down to retrieve the military knife, but the sniper, as if exploding with rage, let out a bellow, yanked the knife out with his injured hand, and clamped down firmly on the machete.
He turned and aimed a chop at Flossie Wright’s ankle!
Sensing something amiss, Flossie Wright raised an eyebrow and lifted her foot that was on the sniper’s back. Cursing "fool" in her mind, she then slammed her other foot down hard on the sniper’s knee pit!
Hit again, the sniper, unable to bear it any longer, struggled through the pain to roll over and get up.
Flossie Wright stepped back, maintaining a certain distance from him.
She had already anticipated that the enemy sniper would be a burly man, but now—
Scanning him up and down, Flossie Wright sized him up and couldn’t help but feel impressed at his bear-like build, his muscles tempting to the eye.
If it were the old Erina Taylor dealing with such a hulking man, she might not even need a knife; she could have floored him in minutes.
— End of Chapter 1183 —