In the darkness, two shadows quickly flashed by.
Perhaps too tense, their movement speed exceeded the aiming distance.
Flossie Wright wasn't using a professional sniper rifle, but an AK47 she grabbed on the fly, with only three bullets inside, it had to be a sure shot.
The gun barrel moved with their shadows, Flossie's gaze grew sharper and colder, with an invisible murderous intent coiling between her brows, her sight unknowingly narrowing to a straight line.
With her shooting skills, taking out one was not a problem.
But—
If the other one moved too fast, grabbing a gun in time to shoot, she would have to change positions and try again.
Of course, she could also wait here for the people from the helicopter to come down, but in her calculations, before the rescue from the helicopter arrived, these two would have already discovered Kennedy's tragic state.
By then, the likelihood of Flossie being exposed would be greater, and the danger level needless to say.
