Chapter 518
Chapter 518 Episode 078 Played with Fire (2)
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Without a doubt, Flossie Wright’s marksmanship was extraordinary, but her actions were downright shameless. They were all framing their shots for the furthest targets, but she went ahead and seized the opportunity to open fire just as the bottles were thrown, preemptively taking down their targets, overzealously...
Absolutely unbelievable!
However, in response to their angry glares, Flossie remained extremely calm. As she waited, she leisurely cleaned her gun. Her gaze, carrying a faint hint of amusement and provocation, screamed vanity without uttering a single word, and it was displayed in her every move.
"I feel like punching her."
The words came from a soldier standing beside Jocelyn Carrington, his fingers cracking in rage, his gaze on Flossie filled with a deadly desire.
𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
Even without any personal grudge, people like her made others want to smack her!
It’s the only way to make themselves feel better!
Jocelyn Carrington gritted her teeth, the words virtually squeezed out from between them, "Me too."
However, hearing their words, Flossie simply swept her amused gaze over them, as if warning them to be mindful of their surroundings.
Dammit, they weren’t able to lay their hands on her no matter how much they wanted to!
"Round two, begin!"
Finally, answering to everyone’s anticipation, Austin Shepherd called out the start of the second round.
At the sound of his voice, guns were raised, and a smile flickered across Flossie’s face. As the wind whooshed past, the reflected light on the bottles danced in her eyes, just as she pulled the trigger. The two nearest bottles in front of Jocelyn Carrington and the male soldier shattered first. Before the others could even react, Flossie had already shifted her aim to the bottles in front of her, hitting target after target without any flaw.
This time, many gasped in unison.
"Son of a-!"
"She’s amazing!"
Jocelyn and the male soldier, who had been beat to the punch, stared in disbelief at the scattered glass shards. A sense of helplessness began to overshadow their pent-up anger. As fear slowly gathered in their chests, the guns in their hands started to tremble slightly.
Meanwhile, upstairs in the office, Bard Walker, upon witnessing the spectacle, felt a strange sensation rising in the depths of his eyes. His drooping hand abruptly clenched into a fist, betraying his excitement.
Catching all of his excitement, Glenn Hutchinson lowered his gaze to Flossie, the center of everyone’s attention. His cup of tea had gone cold without him noticing. He took a small sip and finished the rest.
On his deep and attractive face, there was a faint hint of admiration and anticipation.
"You knew about this, didn’t you?!"
Bard slapped his hand against the window, causing it to rattle with his roaring anger, the glass threatened to shatter any moment.
Glenn, casually pouring himself another cup of tea, raised an eyebrow and replied, "Didn’t you?"
Hesitating for a moment, Bard fell silent.
He had speculated about Flossie’s shooting skills before, considering the marksmanship required to hit the same spot with ten shots wasn’t something anyone could achieve effortlessly. However, having observed Flossie’s shooting drills without any remarkable discoveries, he had slowly discounted his expectations of her, unconsciously assuming her skills were no different from any other expert shooters.
— End of Chapter 518 —