"It seems like you are more suited to being a sniper." Jing Chen suddenly said, even among Ying Sun, the most accomplished snipers couldn't manage wind speed and direction to use the wind to cause intoxication in the same way as Mu Lin. Barely anyone could achieve this.
"A pity that I am only a small military doctor and I only wish to remain a small military doctor." Mu Lin glanced at Jing Chen with a playful curve of her lips. "I will not compete with others for a high-end position as a sniper, it will attract hatred; you agree with me, don't you?" If the people of Ying Sun saw the smile at the corner of Mu Lin's mouth now, they would probably want to punch her.
Such an arrogant smile.
Jing Chen had to smile helplessly; this girl.
The assassins who were originally hiding, now observing the snipers suffering an instant "death sentence", were shocked. They exchanged glances, seeing a fleeting look of fear and alarm on each other's faces.
