Hiss.
The man who was responsible for the shot that was fired at Artemis pulled back on the chamber of his sniper rifle and slotted three more black bullets, each one emitting a form of eerie black energy, in.
He hissed.
'Fucking bitch!' he internally cursed at Serena, having seen what had happened between her ice glove and his bullet.
'She blocked one of my mega bullets with ice? She must be strong.'
The man adjusted the cloth that covered the lower half of his face.
'Just who the fuck is that black woman? I've not seen her before.'
The man put his right eye on the scope and aimed in on the bath, carefully searching for his target — Artemis.
He had no business with Serena.
He didn't even know who she was.
However, that didn't mean that if he needed to kill her to get his job done he wouldn't.
And in this case, she needed to kill her to get to her actual target which was Artemis.
