Through the scope, Ling Qingyu watched everything unfold with a cold expression. She methodically squeezed the trigger and racked the bolt to chamber another round.
There was no pause as she shifted after every shot once the target was hit. She saw how her bullet ripped through metal doors and penetrated the gang members hiding behind the vehicles.
She saw another man, who fled in horror and completely lost his mind. The terror broke him. Mercifully, she exploded his head.
Later, seeing numerous figures hidden in fright, she picked them off one after another. Luckily, all the images were in black and white contours, preventing her from feeling nauseous at the sight of the gore.
At the same time, Tang Ziyi kept cussing without shooting. She knew what her partner was up to.
The first time Tang Ziyi missed her shot on a particular person was when the latter ducked by sheer luck or instinct.
I'm sorry. Your author has a right wrist broken...umm...no let's say a tendon in pain. Broken is a bit exaggerated. Gotta be slow in typing.
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