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The Ace Sniper Wife

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. # 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. * 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?” “......”

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Chapter 3, Episode 002: Hungry? Play a Game First (1)

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"Report target!"

The loud voice fluttered across the deserted shooting range, with every word falling like a coin of steel, stirring vigour in the hearts of those who heard it.

Those who had just finished shooting all stood at attention, with their Type 95 rifles slanted at their sides. Each person stood straight and tall, like pillars rooted in the ground, unyielding even if the heavens were to collapse.

Jocelyn Carrington, brimming with confidence, looked provocatively at Flossie Wright, only to find her appearing calm and composed. This contrasted sharply with her usual anxious demeanor after shooting, which stirred Jocelyn's disdain and displeasure.

In theory, there was a stark difference in capabilities between Flossie and her, and there was no need for her to compete with Flossie. However, since joining the Forces, Jocelyn's pride has been suppressed by Flossie, and the subsequent jealousy made her unconsciously compete with Flossie. Any small progress from Flossie would make her restless, and any failure from Flossie became the anticipated seasoning in her life at the Forces.

"Jocelyn Carrington, score ninety-eight!"

As the scores were announced one by one, expressions of joy and worry crossed the faces of the soldiers. Yet, no one uttered a word until Jocelyn's score was announced. The ringing, powerful voice seemed to cause an uproar in the tense and solemn shooting range. Everyone could hear their intake of sharp breaths, questioning if they had misheard. Even the instructors and squad leaders around raised their eyebrows in surprise.

Five bullets, ninety-eight points.

If such a score was achieved, someone must have hit the wrong target. Now only Flossie's score was left to be reported. If indeed a mistake was made, her score would hover between forty-eight and fifty.

Of course, among the new recruits, many achieved such scores, including Jocelyn. However, the problem was, Flossie was notoriously known for scoring zero points!

Jocelyn felt intense waves of shock and tension envelop her. Subconsciously, she looked from the corner of her eye at Flossie next to her, who was nonchalantly lacking any shock or excitement. Her lips were slightly curved into a seductive smile while her facial expression was devoid of any excess emotion. Realizing Jocelyn was watching, Flossie turned her head slightly, narrowed her eyes and shot Jocelyn a challenging look full of laughter. The sense of humiliation slapped Jocelyn in the face, igniting a flame of anger in her chest.

"Flossie Wright, zero points!"

Immediately after, as if to confirm the guesses of those present, the soldier standing next to Flossie started reporting the target. His pronunciation was clear, and the voice was loud, leaving no room for doubt.

Silence, solemnity, shock.

Within the deserted shooting range, a cool autumn breeze struck the soldiers, seeming to tear apart the shock and surprise in their hearts.

As an instructor for the new recruit company, Abram Phillips believed he had a fair understanding of the capabilities of these recruits. His impression of Flossie was deep, as in all his years of leading soldiers, she was the only recruit who had come in last in all the tests. Now, his sharp gaze swept over Flossie, carrying a hint of consideration and curiosity. After registering her slender and straight form, he averted his eyes.

For the first time, he felt a little confidence in this new recruit.

Even if it was a fluke, that was her luck. And on the battlefield, perhaps just a little bit of luck would be enough to save her life.