Chapter 1996
Chapter 1996: The Sniper’s True Strength (1)
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"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The bedroom door was knocked on harshly.
Flossie Wright gripped her gun tighter, and her expression became even colder.
At the same time, the little girl she had brought into the bedroom grew increasingly tense, cautiously watching Flossie while slowly retreating.
Flossie narrowed her eyes and casually glanced at her.
The little girl immediately stopped in her tracks, almost instinctively swallowing nervously.
Flossie furrowed her brows in frustration.
Dealing with some big guys ahead, and still having to be wary of this little girl behind...
A thought flashed through her mind; Flossie paused for a moment, then backed away from the doorway and went straight to the window.
The tightly closed window was fifteen meters away, and even blocked by wooden boards, but with Flossie’s shining military knife, she pried it open in just a few moves.
The next moment, the window was opened.
Flossie propped her hand on the window, flipped over, and jumped out.
The rain poured down, drenching her thoroughly once again.
She wiped her face and was about to leave when she heard the door being kicked open, followed by the heartbreaking scream of the little girl.
"Ah—Let go of me—"
Pausing slightly, Flossie steadied her stance, faintly hearing the sounds inside.
Strangely, no one was pursuing her, and it seemed that the two who knocked down the door were targeting the little girl.
"Don’t hurt her!" The villager’s voice was deafening.
In no time, a rough voice was heard, "Huh, where did this woman come from, playing tricks!"
"You can’t hurt her! That woman ran—ran—"
The villager’s excited shout was abruptly cut off by the sound of a gunshot.
The next moment, the girl’s screams and the man’s excited voices mingled with the jumbled sound of rain.
Flossie glanced up slightly, looking at the gradually darkening sky.
For a moment, her expression turned colder as she walked straight into the curtain of rain.
The villager, for the sake of his daughter, wanted to make her the "scapegoat," to divert the attention of those two from the little girl. But since she ran, those two, driven by lust, naturally turned their attention to her.
A child in her teens?
The child’s face flashed through her mind, but Flossie didn’t dwell on it.
On the mountain.
Daisy Deacon, who was thoroughly familiar with the terrain around the village, was anxiously waiting in the pile of grass.
Perhaps due to the rain, it had been half an hour since nightfall, yet there was still no sight or sound of Flossie.
Not long ago, she heard a gunshot from the village, just one shot, and nothing thereafter. It probably wasn’t a conflict with Flossie, but no matter how clear-headed she was, the subconscious worry was inevitably triggered.
Damn it!
𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
Is everything alright or not? At least give a definite sign!
Daisy stood up, leaning against the tree beside her, frowning deeply.
"Surveys completed?"
A cool voice pierced through the rain, clearly reaching her ears.
Daisy immediately looked toward the source of the voice.
All she saw was Flossie’s figure coming up the road from the mountain, visible only by her silhouette in the dim light.
— End of Chapter 1996 —