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

Becca Reyes opened her mouth as if to say something, but then she felt that something was off. Narrowing her eyes suspiciously, she followed Flossie Wright's gaze to a certain spot.


When she saw the target, Becca Reyes immediately froze in shock.


The direction Flossie Wright was looking at was—


The Blue Army had fewer people, at most not even fifty, so the area they occupied wasn't very large.


Almost every sailor observed them, casting glances over from time to time.


Who exactly were the divine beings that caused them such a defeat?


A few defiant tough guys, at the start of the banquet, had charged over to challenge them to a drinking contest, only to be dragged away by the navy within half an hour.


That team looked so conspicuous, so unique.


Even when gathered together, chatting and laughing just like any other sailors, they had an air that attracted people's attention.


Chapter 1375: Alcohol Emboldens the Coward's Heart (9)_1