Chapter 1825
Chapter 1825: Wounded to the Heart (2)
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Flossie Wright glanced around.
In the next moment, her eyes slightly narrowed, and then she took down the sniper rifle.
Stand and aim!
With a cold expression, Flossie gripped the sniper rifle with remarkable steadiness. The wind blew past, leaving her completely immobile.
She spent some time aiming.
A moving target in battle is much harder to aim at than one moving predictably.
Because you can’t anticipate his next move.
There is even a possibility of hitting your teammate.
Flossie had her own techniques.
With countless combat experiences and unimaginable battle expertise, she spent over a decade studying others’ moves before real combat.
The less skilled a fighter, the harder it is to anticipate their moves and aim at them. Conversely, the more skilled, the easier it is to predict their actions.
Knowing in advance makes aiming naturally not a problem.
No need to think, anyone who could spar with Glenn Hutchinson so long naturally had a certain level of skill.
Flossie spent nearly twenty seconds aiming.
Finally, after thoroughly studying someone’s moves, she pulled the trigger without hesitation!
Just this one shot!
Right on target!
A single shot to the center of the forehead.
In the next moment, the thug who had been attacking Glenn Hutchinson immediately fell.
When she set down the sniper rifle, Flossie quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Flossie hesitated briefly, deciding whether to continue aiming nearby to eliminate another target or to directly engage in melee combat with one of the thugs.
After just two seconds of hesitation, Flossie made up her mind.
Though uncertain of where Glenn Hutchinson was injured, she could be sure that even without her help, Glenn could handle those two men.
The most important thing now was how to eliminate them as quickly as possible.
If she used the sniper rifle, more time would be delayed, and Glenn Hutchinson might have already resolved it by then.
Melee combat!
With a fierce glance, Flossie flung her sniper rifle aside. The blood-stained combat knife reappeared in her hand, and she swiftly stepped forward, launching an attack on the nearest person!
An unexpected slash, discovered suddenly just as it was about to pierce the opponent’s body.
A machete swung into the air, colliding with the combat knife.
The fierce clash of the two knives produced a piercing scraping sound.
It was a sound unique to cold weapons, equally conveying danger and killing intent.
In the next moment, the two knives separated in mid-air!
The thug targeted by Flossie quickly turned and charged at her, with the machete in hand gleaming with a chilling light in the darkness.
Flossie stood firm on the spot.
"Bang—"
𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
The silenced pistol emitted a faint sound.
A bullet, invisible in speed, burst from the muzzle and then pierced the thug’s body.
The thug holding the machete instantly froze mid-action.
Flossie raised her hand and continued to pull the trigger of the pistol.
Three times in a row.
One shot to the forehead, two shots to the heart.
Perfectly ending the opponent’s life.
No chance of survival.
After confirming the target was thoroughly dead, Flossie’s action of holding the gun remained unchanged as she scanned over to Glenn Hutchinson’s side.
— End of Chapter 1825 —