Mo Shangjun forced herself to remain in the tree for five minutes.
After five minutes, she suppressed her overly intense emotions, took deep breaths, and forced herself to calm down as much as possible.
Her eyes were cold and detached.
Then, she picked up the sniper rifle, removed the magazine, and loaded the only round she had.
This bullet was something she had specifically requested, just in case.
And there was only one.
She raised the gun, equipped with a night vision scope on the 88 sniper, and her target was successfully exposed under her muzzle.
The visibility was good; the person intently eating fish was unguarded, exposing all his vital points clearly.
"Whiz—"
The bullet silently shot out, smoothly entering the person's body.
However, due to the slight trembling of her finger when she pulled the trigger, the bullet veered off course, hitting the left side of the chest, squarely in the shoulder.
