Chapter 1838
Chapter 1838: The Sniper’s Dominance (2)
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After that, Gavin’s men, not daring to directly barge into Gavin’s tent, could only lurk outside, prepared for any unexpected situation.
Meanwhile, on Glenn Hutchinson’s side, everything was being monitored, and three individuals who had entered earlier were already positioned for a hidden ambush.
Thus, all of Gavin’s men lying in ambush outside were eliminated.
Gavin’s last bargaining chip was gone.
Of course, Flossie Wright had reason not to let down her guard because Gavin wouldn’t let himself fall into a desperate situation.
"Thinking of resisting?"
Raising her eyebrows, Flossie asked with great interest.
"Of course," Gavin’s furious expression gradually returned to calm, replaced by an unexpectedly confident smile, "I don’t think you can trap me."
Flossie’s eyes instantly turned fierce.
At the same time—
There was a sudden flash of killing intent, and a bullet shot accurately past Gavin’s ear.
The bullet flew swiftly through the air, creating a chilling wind near his ear, spreading a terrifying aura of killing intent through the area, penetrating the skin and spreading inward, bringing an alarming cold sensation.
Yet, it wasn’t until the bullet pierced through the tent that Gavin realized.
The bullet’s speed was too fast.
Killing happens in the blink of an eye.
Flossie heard Dallion Collins’s voice coming through the earpiece.
He seemed rather surprised.
A moment later, she heard Glenn Hutchinson’s deep, hoarse command, "You stand down."
"Isn’t that inappropriate?" Dallion chuckled dryly.
"My shooting skills aren’t as good as yours?"
"No, but given your injury—" Dallion quickly changed his tone, "Alright, I’m on it immediately."
Just by listening to the voices, Flossie could tell there was a good play of ’the cuckoo occupying the magpie’s nest’ going on.
Taking on others’ mission as a sniper despite being injured...
If it were Flossie, she would surely kick such a captain aside to stay put.
Glenn Hutchinson seemed to always be monitoring her, intentionally letting her know about all their actions, with every word relayed directly into her ear, even these small conversations were no exception.
Meanwhile, during the conversation between Glenn Hutchinson and Dallion, there was a brief moment of distraction.
When she snapped back to reality, she suddenly realized there were already two sniper rifles aimed at Gavin.
Gavin stood motionless, clearly aware of this, his expression becoming much more serious.
This was the tent; although there were quite a few vantage points, there were more hidden spots. As long as Gavin avoided that sniper rifle for a while and subdued Flossie in a short time, it wouldn’t be much of an issue.
The possibility of escape was fifty percent.
Different directions, two sniper rifles, the difficulty almost doubled.
At present, Gavin had no spare plans.
He also had to admit that these soldiers from Eastlandia had reached a level of tactical prowess he hadn’t anticipated.
Flossie and Gavin locked eyes.
Neither would back down.
However, before long, the two of them heard the sounds of fighting outside.
Gavin’s grasp of Chinese wasn’t that proficient, and the distance was relatively far, so he could only estimate the situation through gunfire and combat sounds.
Flossie, while speculating, was directly informed of the situation by Glenn Hutchinson.
Flossie had preemptively cleared eight tents, leaving only two to choose from in rescuing the hostages. They successfully found the hostages and were in the process of breaking through, but they had the upper hand, and dealing with the drug traffickers was just a matter of time.
— End of Chapter 1838 —