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

In her memory, Sandy Cruz moved faster than all of them, having dashed far ahead of the rest, but now, he was leaning casually against a tree, with his hands in his pockets, observing the people around him nonchalantly.


After a moment of thought, Becca Reyes hesitantly spoke up, "This, this doesn't seem right."


Becca Reyes had not interacted much with him, and Sandy Cruz always seemed larger than life. If it had been Flossie Wright's own doing, getting them from Sandy Cruz wouldn't have been a problem.


Unfortunately, the leather gloves had ended up in her hands.


"He's not cold," Flossie Wright replied casually.


It was just a pair of gloves. Sandy Cruz's physical condition was arguably much better than Becca Reyes's; being without a pair of gloves wouldn't kill him.


Flossie Wright actually felt that she might freeze to death at any moment.


Becca Reyes looked at him with suspicion.


Chapter 1391: Asking About Your Eighteen Generations of Ancestors (3)_1