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 had no idea when Flossie had left.


She only realized when she noticed the plate that Flossie had been sitting at only had two skewers eaten.


With such a quiet departure, Flossie must have fully employed her sniper skills to leave unnoticed.


Even Belinda Nichols, who was so perceptive, hadn't detected a thing.


After glancing at the plate, Belinda looked up to search for Flossie Wright's figure.


Scanning half the field, she finally spotted Flossie among the "Blue Army" troops.


She was walking toward Glenn Hutchinson.


Her hands were in her pockets, her posture somewhat casual, but her steps steady—as composed and serene as ever.


Belinda stood up from the grass, watching Flossie's retreating figure intently.


As she approached, Willie Ash waved and greeted her.


Her gaze swept over the "Blue Army" on the field.


Some faces were familiar, others were not.


As she sized them up, they were doing the same to her.


Chapter 1376: Alcohol Emboldens the Coward's Heart (10)_1