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

Flossie Wright furrowed her brows in thought.


Helpless inside, she wasn't skilled in making herself suffer either; after casting a glance at Glenn Hutchinson, she lay down on her side.


It was around four o'clock in the morning now.


Having slept for a few hours yesterday afternoon, Flossie was not particularly tired, but after all, her strength was waning, and the cold temperature made her senses dull; thus, no sooner had she lain down than she drifted into a deep sleep.


About twenty minutes later, Flossie heard some noises and was abruptly woken from her sleep.


Squinting her eyes, during the darkest time before dawn, Flossie's ears were more useful than her eyes.


There seemed to be signs of changing weather; only a few stars remained in the sky, the moon exposed half its figure, and a faint light filtered through the night sky, but within the dense foliage of the trees, the light was mostly blocked.


Chapter 1339: Escaping the Ambush (2)_1