Chapter 1443
Chapter 1443 Caught Red-Handed (4)_1
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At this critical juncture, it was natural for them not to back down.
Cassie Ferguson’s face was cold as she focused on Flossie Wright’s movements.
Ever since Flossie had excluded her, she hadn’t paid any more attention to her, not even a glance.
This made Cassie Ferguson feel quite annoyed.
"Give it all you’ve got," Dallion Collins said once they were all equipped, "Out of you, whoever beats her will avoid the punishment for everyone!"
At this, a hint of joy immediately flashed across the faces of the originally tense ten individuals.
This was good news indeed!
The upcoming punishment would certainly not be light; avoiding it would naturally be the best outcome.
Ah, Flossie Wright... Flossie Wright...
The sacrifice of one for the benefit of many, that indeed seemed worthy.
Half a minute later.
Eleven individuals were all brought next to the box, crouching on the side, waiting for the start.
Compared with the last competition, this one was obviously much tenser and more serious.
Dallion Collins raised the whistle to his lips, raised his eyebrows slightly, and blew it forcefully.
The sounds of assembling guns rose simultaneously!
Onlookers, not wearing blindfolds, turned their attention mostly to Flossie Wright, and their nerves seemed even more heightened than those of the competitors.
When they clearly saw Flossie’s movements, they couldn’t believe their eyes and stared in shock.
Flossie’s gun-assembly was practically flawless, spending just over ten seconds to identify the parts before her vision seemed to clear, and she quickly assembled the gun.
It was frightening how on edge she was.
By the time she rapidly finished assembling two rifles, the fastest of the other ten had only just started assembling the second one.
As for some—
They had already assembled the parts incorrectly and were still fiddling with the same gun.
"Isn’t this just godly?"
A sigh of admiration unexpectedly rose from the crowd of onlookers.
No one responded.
They were all focusing intently, watching Flossie’s almost artistic speed of assembly.
In the blink of an eye, Flossie had completed the assembly of the last rifle.
She removed her blindfold.
Her long, narrow eyes slightly opened, then narrowed as she peered at the target 500 meters away, and Flossie then raised the rifle in her hands.
Without aiming, she pulled the trigger!
It was confidence in her own marksmanship.
With so many eyes on her, she remained calm and composed, motionless during the kneeling shooting posture.
Her profile, turned sideways against the dim light, was intensely etched into the eyes of the others.
As she fired, there was an inexplicable allure about her.
Others stared at her unblinkingly, not even bothering to check on anyone else’s progress.
No other gunshot sounds arose from anywhere else!
No one surpassed her!
Until the moment she set down the rifle, they were still in shock and hadn’t relished the moment, then they heard the rest of the gunshots fire one after another.
Utterly defeated!
And it was a terribly ugly defeat!
The onlookers’ faces all showed deep helplessness, but at the same time, they truly admired Flossie Wright’s skill.
With such ability, who would be modest before you?!
Cassie Ferguson’s expression changed from initial spectating to a dark, combative mood, the transformation greatly evident.
This woman—
Her marksmanship was indeed one in ten thousand!
"Does anyone know her background?"
"I heard she’s from the Frogman Forces."
"Frogman, tsk tsk, no wonder..."
— End of Chapter 1443 —