"Bang, bang, bang—"
The powerful gunshots pierced through the pattering rain.
Clear to the ear.
Devina Millet had a moment of distraction, but the doubts hidden in her heart quickly unraveled.
Her gaze swiftly swept towards Flossie Wright in front.
She caught a glimpse of the rifle in her hand.
It seemed that Flossie Wright had already engaged with the opponent.
She had doubted that this was not just a simple field survival training, and it turned out just as she had thought.
"Shall we go check it out?"
Moving forward a few steps at a faster pace, Devina Millet asked Flossie Wright.
By this time, the gunshots had ceased.
"No need."
Flossie Wright walked at a leisurely pace, not even turning her head.
The sound came from a kilometer away, not arranged along the road they were walking on, and she had no interest in gratuitously "annihilating" ambushes.
It was just preparing a dowry for others.