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

The result, those hundreds of military songs inside…


Just listening to them gave me a headache.


Rubbing her temple, Flossie Wright turned off her MP3 player and continued with her notes.


Unlike Belinda Nichols, who read a variety of military books, Flossie focused primarily on sniping and wilderness survival, which encompassed a breadth of knowledge she couldn't possibly master in a short time.


During a recent outing, she had casually picked up two books on jungle plants, but with so many technical terms, she occasionally needed to take notes.


After about twenty minutes of writing, the dormitory door was pushed open again.


With her sensitive hearing, Flossie instinctively turned her head and looked towards the entrance.


Her expression was as cold as frost, seemingly unchanged from the usual, but Flossie's intuition told her something was amiss.


"What's up?" Flossie asked in a concerned tone, frowning.


Chapter 1250: I'll Wait for You Downstairs (2)_1