Fruit Shop Bottle

She is a legend in the world of mercenaries.
She is a myth in the realm of snipers.
The queen of mercenaries in her previous life, betrayed by a trusted friend in a crisis, she lost her life.
Reincarnated in her present life, she became a newbie lost in the bottom rung, only to rise to glory again!
Assigned as a procurement officer? With a heavy burden on her shoulders, she can still take out the elites in a flash!
Doubting her shooting skills? With one shot, she can make you pee in your pants!
Trapped by love? She can reject her fiance without a second thought!
In a life steeped in iron and blood, she forged her legend.
But-
Why did that overbearing, handsome, friendless captain suddenly announce to her, "I will control your life and I will protect you!”
And so, on the road to legendary glory, she even managed to find some time for a romance.
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In this world, some are displaced and some are homeless, but she was moved by this country and found a sense of belonging.
Therefore, she was willing to protect this country, just like she had once protected her own life.
[Hot Blooded Chapter]
There's a legend that in Eastlandia there is a mysterious team-
In the desert, the jungle, the maritime territories, the sky, they excel in triphibious combat. People see them as ghosts, capable of anything.
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A drill, a surprise attack, a massacre.
The sneak attack did not last more than two minutes.
Flossie Wright leaned against a doorway, her expression calm, “Playing so ruthlessly, aren’t you afraid of causing resentment?”
Inside the room, Hutchinson, after extracting the information he wanted, blew the head off of the last living witness with one shot.
Upon hearing this, his eyebrows lifted, his voice careless yet particularly arrogant, “Those who should resent, already do. What do a couple more count for?”
“......”

The Ace Sniper Wife

Rowdy Brightwill simply put his hands in his pockets, took a step forward with his right foot, and stood in a relaxed posture watching him.


The two faced each other without yielding, the air thickening with the scent of gunpowder.


Jessie Grain and Nancy Phillips were chatting, and Flossie Wright was beside them, peeling an apple. It was a scene of peace and harmony until the tense atmosphere between the others drew their attention.


Flossie glanced up slightly as she peeled the apple, and the continuous strip of apple skin she was peeling suddenly broke off at the last bit, falling onto her thigh.


Flossie picked it up and threw it into the trash can.


At the window, the two standing there seemed not to notice their attention, each one immovably watching the other.


Just then, a knock on the door sounded.


Without waiting for a response from inside, the person outside pushed open the slightly ajar door and came straight in.


Chapter 1223: I Thought of You as a Friend (3)_1