Silent jungle.
The moon hung in the night sky, casting soft moonlight like water, draping the jungle in a thin layer of light.
Flossie Wright clutched her sniper rifle, leaning against a tree, her gaze fixed lightly on the two people rummaging through "equipment" in front of her.
This was the first sniper team she had conquered.
A so-called sniper team generally consisted of just two people, one sniper and one spotter, who worked together in coordination.
Yet, to Flossie, neither of them seemed professional—it was as if they were there to bluff someone.
"Damn it, didn't even get to shoot a single bullet before getting taken out like this."
"Who knew she'd be so good at hiding."
"Sigh, I'm done with this line of work, we're not professionals, it's embarrassing to even mention."
The two huddled together, muttering under their breath.
As they murmured, they pulled out their equipment.
