Chapter 1821
Chapter 1821: Handsome (1)
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The two of them began to move along the trail.
With a clear objective, their actions became increasingly cautious.
In this rarely tread jungle, the signs of passage were still quite evident. That group apparently didn’t pay much attention, so the traces left behind were even more obvious than expected.
Flossie Wright and Glenn Hutchinson followed along with ease.
They both heard distinct footsteps.
Their movements became even lighter.
"Take cover."
Turning to the side, Glenn Hutchinson spoke softly to Flossie Wright.
Flossie nodded slightly.
The next moment, Flossie and Glenn dispersed to conceal themselves.
If possible, Glenn would naturally prefer to act with Flossie, but she was a sniper, making her suitable for concealed shooting from a distance, and conveniently providing cover for Glenn.
Glenn had to advance up front.
Flossie retreated a few meters, quickly finding several suitable hiding spots, and finally, after some consideration, climbed a tree with relatively lush foliage.
With the target still not confirmed, she needed a broader field of view.
Silently ascending the tree, finding a slightly better position to hide, Flossie took out her sniper rifle and observation mirror, scanning the surrounding environment.
A dark light flashed in her eyes, and Flossie’s eyes narrowed slightly, her expression gradually growing colder.
A figure flickered across her sight.
"Nine o’clock direction, ten people." Linking up with Glenn Hutchinson, Flossie lowered her voice and said, "All with weapons, two submachine guns, one machine gun, several rifles, no sniper."
She reported the information she had gathered one by one.
Two against ten.
Flossie would choose to strike.
However, she was unsure whether Glenn would choose to engage.
Flossie didn’t mind, and she left it all to Glenn’s decision.
"How many can you take out?"
After a short while, Glenn’s voice came through the earpiece.
"Barring any problems," after a brief pause, Flossie’s eyelids lifted slightly, "half."
Before Glenn finishes, she could guarantee to take out at least half.
If they started noticing, she could at least eliminate three.
This was the true skill of a sniper.
Flossie’s eyes glimmered.
"Okay," Glenn responded, then added, "in two minutes, take out the last two."
"Roger that."
Flossie quickly responded.
Holding the sniper rifle, Flossie rapidly aimed at the targets.
As they had guessed, this was a patrol group with no formation, walking in a straight line, but some were gathering to chat casually.
Not people from the Forces, they weren’t bound by such rigid rules, they basically did as they pleased.
However, it also gave Flossie an opportunity.
In a short time, she could ensure taking down two without being noticed.
Time ticked away bit by bit.
The group gradually drew closer, increasingly nearing Flossie’s direction.
Previously, she could still detect Glenn’s movement and know his position, but after Flossie had finished aiming, in just the blink of an eye, when she wanted to check on Glenn’s location, she suddenly realized he had vanished.
Sweeping her gaze elsewhere, she could see no trace.
Where did he go?
A doubt crossed her mind.
Yet, shortly afterward, Flossie composed herself and tightened her grip on the sniper rifle.
— End of Chapter 1821 —