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 group arrived undetected, as silent as ghosts.


The wooden boat they had been on had been abandoned several kilometers away, and they had swum the rest of the way.


Moreover, even the sounds of their swimming on the water's surface were extremely faint.


Flossie Wright was in a higher position, some distance away from the beach, her gaze fixed on the group of shadows crawling out of the sea, her lips lightly curving into a smile.


In the silent channel, Flossie's slow voice sounded.


"How many can we take out?" the platoon leader asked quickly.


The group that had snuck onto the beach was a four-person team, but that didn't rule out the presence of others yet to show themselves.


After two seconds of silence, Flossie said austerely, "One."


They were moving separately; by the time one would go down, the others would have already scattered.


Chapter 1323: Terrible Defeat (1)_1