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

Of course, it was precisely for that reason that Flossie Wright felt some interest.


With no mental preparation, Flossie Wright started to pull the trigger of the sniper rifle the moment she spotted the first target.


Compared to Jessie Grain, she had to be calmer.


All of her movements were steady and unhurried, as if she was merely part of a drill, the images of blood and death not affecting her emotions or actions in the slightest.


Everything, to her, seemed so ordinary.


During the last real combat mission, Flossie Wright, who hadn't seen blood for a long while, might have felt some emotional fluctuations, because that was the first time she was killing mercenaries as a soldier—mercenaries like the ones she used to be.


A complete switch of identities truly disturbed her state of mind.


As for now, facing a group of unrelated invaders, Flossie Wright had long stopped caring about so-called justice.


Invade my country, harm my people, the result is—


Chapter 1300 Is It Fair (5)_1