Chapter 542
Chapter 542 Episode 084 This Woman is Too Scary (5)
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"Damn! Spooky!"
"Damn it, a sneak attack!"
Almost in unison, the three men vented their anger, ruthlessly bad-mouthing the "sniper" and his ancestors.
Flossie Wright, leaning against a tree trunk, heard their curses in her ears. The gun she had been about to withdraw remained still. She touched her nose, closed her right eye, and aimed through the scope again. Then she ruthlessly pulled the trigger again, directly aiming at the head of the one who was cursing the most.
Then, the cursing disappeared without a trace.
At the same time, watching the soldier she had overpowered get a bullet to the head, Stuart Weston almost fell back in shock. No matter how much he trusted Flossie’s shooting, he couldn’t help but swear low under his breath, then he hastened to tie up the "dead man".
Within just a few tens of seconds, three men were tied up and thrown on the muddy ground. Their faces, smeared with military paint, were dark as hell. Their morale was very low, fearing the sniper hiding in the dark. Otherwise, they would have been shouting curses already.
Damn, getting ambushed by the red team’s sniper at a time like this, they’re seriously unlucky!
"Who are you guys?"
Swallowing his resentment, the man in the middle raised his head, furious, and looked at Becca Reyes who had snatched their backpacks, asking rudely.
"Red team."
Becca Reyes was flipping through the bag, and answered succinctly and clearly.
The man’s eyes bulged in anger. Who wouldn’t know they were the red team?! Would a blue team member be idiotic enough to change into enemy clothing and attack their own allies?!
However, their intention was also very clear, they plainly did not want to reveal any information to them.
"Where is your sniper? We’re already dead, let him show himself."
After a while, the man on the right craned his neck, keeping an eye on what they were looking for, and asked with some interest about the sniper.
𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
Snipers, with their air of mystery, would arouse anyone’s curiosity. Besides, they ought to get a good look at the one who killed them with a single bullet; otherwise, their deaths would be too unjust.
"Looking for me?"
Then, just as his words fell, a chilling voice came from behind them.
In an instant, the three men huddled together, all shivered involuntarily. When they came to their senses, they realized that the person talking behind them seemed to be a woman.
They glanced at each other tacitly, prepared themselves mentally, and looked back cautiously, only to find that the person who was behind them just now had already walked past them nonchalantly. The tall figure clad in a uniform without any anomaly, and from the side, only the traces of the paint could be seen, it was virtually impossible to determine the person’s gender.
Subconsciously, they began to doubt if they had heard wrong.
"Their equipment is much better than ours," Having turned a backpack inside out, Stuart Weston couldn’t help exclaiming, "Damn, that’s a lot of money."
Flossie Wright slung two guns over her shoulder, casting them a fleeting glance, "Let’s go."
When they left the camp, they didn’t think too much. They only had guns and flashlights. The campsite was occupied later and it wasn’t feasible for them to rush in to retrieve their stuff, so they had no choice but to "borrow" from the blue team.
— End of Chapter 542 —