Chapter 1189
Chapter 1189: Baby is looking for me (4)_1
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Hiding in the bushes, Flossie Wright only needed to worry about stray bullets flying over and her position being revealed, allowing her to focus entirely on aiming at the target before pulling the trigger.
It was only after she became a sniper that she began to scrutinize this profession and what she would face in actual combat.
In fact, apart from those monotonous and slightly stressful aspects, she didn’t really need to face too much.
She didn’t have to charge into battle with real swords and spears, didn’t have to worry about being too conspicuous and targeted, didn’t have to worry about enemies that could appear from all directions...
Once again pulling the trigger and shooting the target that had been forced out, Flossie Wright watched as the figure stood erect suddenly then fell straight to the ground.
Behind the scope, she let out a breath, her thoughts momentarily scattered.
It really was hot.
She glanced up, looking at the peaceful and serene blue sky.
Yet, even though it was blue, she felt as if she saw the vivid red of blood.
Just a moment’s distraction.
When Flossie Wright looked through the scope again, this time the mission had already ended.
The enemy had ambushed ten people, roughly the same number they had encountered in the morning.
Flossie Wright took out three, Nancy Phillips took out one, and captured another.
The mission was successfully completed.
Picking up her gun, Flossie Wright stood up from the ground.
"Flossie Wright!"
Just as she stood up, she heard a chorus of shouts.
She tilted her head slightly and looked up to see Nancy Phillips, carrying a sniper rifle and walking toward her, step by step.
Her expression was serious, her eyebrows lightly furrowed, her back ramrod straight as she stopped in front of Flossie Wright.
"Congratulations."
Raising her hand, Nancy Phillips stared at her, her expression softening.
With a slight raise of her eyebrow, Flossie Wright took a step forward, lifting her right hand to grasp Nancy’s, their gazes shifting and intersecting.
"Congratulations."
With a smile curling her lips, Flossie Wright said with raised eyebrows.
Congratulations, you are still alive.
Nancy Phillips gave a small laugh, retracted her hand, and put it back in her pocket, her expression still holding a trace of concern.
That day, she killed two people.
She was used to saving lives, and when it came time to actually take the life of another...
She had to admit that it was really uncomfortable.
And, looking at Nancy Phillips and thinking of Jessie Grain, Flossie Wright, who had already calmed down, suddenly remembered the feeling from a long time ago when she personally killed someone for the first time.
She wasn’t bloodthirsty, so she couldn’t remain calm. Ironically, in that kind of situation, she had to pretend to be undisturbed, intimidating others with a bloodthirsty demeanor.
Past experiences had given her many things.
Tangible and intangible.
Her growth was so unorthodox.
Yet Nancy Phillips and Jessie Grain, these people with real emotions, even made her somewhat rejoiced.
After handling the scene, Edward Milton connected the communication, and in less than fifteen minutes, the helicopter that was to pick them up arrived.
It was also on the helicopter that Flossie Wright, holding the sniper rifle, dozed off, and in a state between sleep and wakefulness, she got a rough idea of the enemy’s situation.
Naturally, that group of mercenaries wasn’t there to assist the two drug traffickers; those two were just pawns they had arranged beforehand.
They had already set up a plan, using the two drug traffickers as bait to lure the SWAT into their ambush range.
The mercenaries’ purpose, just as Flossie Wright had thought, was indeed revenge.
And the target was Captain Edward Milton.
Half a month ago, during a mission, Edward Milton killed the leader of that group of mercenaries. As a result, the loyal mercenaries harbored a grudge and this operation was born.
— End of Chapter 1189 —