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

Cheeks, ears, neck, all felt a touch of chill.


Flossie Wright finally reached her destination.


From afar it wasn't clear, but when she got closer, the signs of battle were unmistakable.


The grass was trampled, bushes broken, in some places the carnage was evident, and near her there were clear marks of bullets having grazed by.


Therefore, the initial judgment could be dismissed.


They hadn't left the area; this was their battlefield.


Flossie had approached while sticking close to cover, to avoid being targeted from the shadows, but hiding also meant her field of view was limited, unable to spot the fuller picture around her.


Even if there were people hidden and lying in ambush all around, she couldn't be certain of neither the enemy's nor her allies' positions.


Accidentally firing at her own red team would be...


Anyway, it was just a trial to see if there was anyone there in the first place.


Chapter 1367: Alcohol Emboldens the Coward's Heart (1)_1