Chapter 530
Chapter 530: Episode 081, Another Confession (3)
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She loves this country, so besides defending her homeland, she can do other things to cherish this country.
Under the bright moonlight, the cold wind subtly blows.
At the quiet and deserted mountain top, even the sound of insects and birds has seemingly disappeared, giving a peculiar illusion as if the world has hushed.
Flossie Wright leisurely leans against the tree trunk, one of her legs dangling slightly from the trunk while the other rests on the ground. The dense leaves and branches interweave perfectly, hiding her within them.
At her feet, a few birds hang - empty shells shot down and bundled together with vines - their flesh bloodied and mangled, only shy of being blown into bits and pieces.
In her hands, a Type 95 rifle moves as if seeking out the next target.
The moonlight is as clear as water; on a night like this, one doesn’t even need night vision goggles to see nearby surroundings.
After an unknown period, a moonlit silhouette moves in the distance, hideously attempting to keep itself hidden—which rather comically attracts Flossie’s attention.
Not bad, they’ve at least learnt to clumsily hide.
A glint in her eyes, a trace of a smile hooks the corner of Flossie’s lips. Like a hunter waiting for its prey to approach, she doesn’t aim her gun in a hurry. Her finger lightly taps on the firearm, calmly waiting.
Lazily lifting her gaze, she turns her attention to the clearly exposed silhouette. Almost bored, Flossie starts counting down the leaves falling in front of her.
"Flossie Wright!"
"Bang——"
The figure, who had just found cover under a pile of dried grass, is finally fully exposed. His warning shout is immediately followed by a resonant gunshot, violently erupting from the silent valley, startling all of the nearby wildlife and causing distant birds to flutter off the tree branches.
Following the gunshot, a man’s furious roar replaces the previous calm.
Stuart Weston, who had just shouted Flossie Wright’s name, suddenly feels a blank round hit him square in the chest. Despite the lack of smoke from a training round, the sharp feeling right in his chest successfully conveys to him—
He has been killed instantly.
If it had been a real bullet, he would have already fallen.
Stuart Weston is burning with rage, so angry he wishes he could just break the rifle in his hands!
He’s been wiped out again!
Shit, this evening, he’s been taken down almost ten times already!
This sensation of being shot right through the heart, even while wearing a bulletproof vest, is hard to forget.
Simultaneously, several dead birds are thrown off the tree. He instinctively reaches out for support. The next moment, the figure on the tree branch jumps down, and in the blink of an eye, Flossie appears in his sight.
Without a doubt, that annoying face is Flossie Wright’s.
Stuart Weston is furious to the point of madness!
Time and again, whether he is chasing or hiding, if he comes near Flossie Wright, he is invariably shot dead; if he just finishes hiding, before he can even guard with his rifle, Flossie appears out of nowhere and then, he is killed instantly without question.
"You lost."
Flossie throws her rifle over her shoulder and lightly dusts off her hands, announcing his defeat in a straightforward manner.
With his eyes wide open in intense frustration, Stuart glares at her, "Another round!"
Having been beaten ten times in a row, Stuart’s competitive spirit has been fully ignited by Flossie Wright. The feelings of wanting to surpass Flossie Wright are piling up little by little, almost bursting out of his chest.
— End of Chapter 530 —