Scanning Jessie Grain, who was tranquil and steady as Mount Madison, her eyes narrowed slightly, indicating a few nods of satisfaction. Then her gaze shifted and fell on Flossie Wright.
Her face slightly flushed, her brows tightly furrowed, gripping the gun, yet trembling inadvertently.
In Nancy Phillips's view, this was a display of nervousness, lack of confidence, and poor control.
Frowning, Nancy Phillips felt slightly displeased in her heart. She inevitably distrusted Flossie Wright's previous act of attacking dozens of veteran soldiers alone.
She only trusted her own eyes, and in her view, Flossie Wright's composure was not worth mentioning.
"Bang—"
"Bang—"
As she pondered, the competition between the two commenced.
One shot after another, methodical, almost all firing at the same moment.
Nancy Phillips was slightly startled and stood up straight, her face stern as she observed their shooting.
Bang, bang, bang.
