Chapter 1999
Chapter 1999: No Blowing Up Next Time (Part 1)
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One by one, the targets fell forever under her gun’s sweep.
By the time those troops arrived, the people of the former Saughter had all fallen.
Her gaze swept across, and Flossie Wright noticed the situation near Daisy Deacon and Andrew, her eyes squinting slightly, then without hesitation, fired at the troops!
Flossie’s shooting speed had slowed considerably.
She didn’t even particularly aim at heads, more often shooting at the rocks on the road ahead of them.
The bullets collided with the stones, piercing through or shattering them in an instant, leaving obvious marks and a direct warning!
Prohibit them from advancing!
Otherwise—
No mercy in killing!
A wide road, two forces, upon noticing this signal, wisely stopped, and swiftly reported to their leader.
Flossie hid in the shadows but saw their actions clearly.
Both forces, under the threat from the shadows, could sense the looming death ready to strike at any moment, and indeed did not dare to act rashly.
However, the leader was clearly not one to be easily subdued; publicly showing no action, he secretly sent a team into the mountains to search for the hidden sniper.
And as things had reached their end, in a short time, that group of people couldn’t find her, so Flossie was no longer concerned with them.
While keeping an eye on their potential moves, she also paid attention to Daisy Deacon and Andrew’s situation.
In just a brief moment, Daisy had disappeared, and Andrew’s body had turned into a corpse, with streams of rainwater washing over him, mixed with stark traces of blood.
From far away, Flossie couldn’t really make out Andrew’s features.
Yet at the moment she confirmed Andrew’s death, Flossie tried to breathe a sigh of relief for this scoundrel who ruined their life’s work, for this enemy who had pointlessly taken her life. Strangely, she didn’t feel much relieved.
Initially, Flossie didn’t hate Andrew much.
She was used to going with the flow, always living on the edge in her previous life, constantly walking on the edge of a knife. She had experienced many "narrow escapes," with countless people and forces wanting to kill her; Andrew was just a bit more successful, leading to her demise.
She died, and many people sighed with relief.
And now, living with another identity, most of the time, she felt quite well.
So to a large extent, if Andrew hadn’t hurt Daisy Deacon and Saughter, Flossie might not have even let him die.
Her thoughts flickered through her mind, Flossie slightly raised her eyebrows and pulled back that distant notion.
In the next moment, she put away the sniper rifle in her hand.
An hour later, Flossie arrived at the spot where the motorcycle was parked.
She wasn’t actually far from outside the village, and the delay was due to the complex terrain here, since she hadn’t scouted the terrain beforehand like Daisy had. Plus, she had to avoid those teams searching for her, so she had to take a detour to leave, and by the time she was dizzy from the detour, she finally reached a road one kilometer outside the village.
So, having arranged to meet Daisy at the motorcycle parking spot, she had to walk back again.
However, this day, this rain, felt really cold.
— End of Chapter 1999 —