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?”
“......”

No matter what, something must be said!


They planned to keep trying, to give Flossie Wright some sort of a chance.


Narrowing her eyes, Flossie Wright looked at him and coldly asked.


Seeing that she cared, Darion Griffin found a breakthrough and felt relieved, immediately saying, "The higher-ups are quite concerned too, so there should be some hope."


With a slight flash in her eyes, Flossie suddenly diverted from the topic.


Darion Griffin looked at her inexplicably and suddenly felt a jolt in his heart.


"My training was disrupted, my soldiers lacked experience, and I was accidentally injured..." Flossie paused slightly, a cold smile tugging at her lips, and spoke leisurely, "I'm lucky; if the bullet had shifted by two more centimeters, you'd be visiting me in the morgue now."


Chapter 1742 - Chapter 1742: What Must Come Will Come (2)