My Waste Husband novel Chapter 1271

Henry hid in the wardrobe as he watched the lady assemble her heavy sniper rifle. Then she put the gun up and aimed out at the window. She held her breath, and focused her mind. This was common practice of a sniper before they made their shot.

The woman fixed her eyes outside the room, not noticing that there was a man hiding in the closet behind her.

An elongated version of the Benz S600 appeared in the lady's sight. The lady gradually placed her finger on the trigger. She continued holding her breath. Just as she was about to shoot, a voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"I suggest you don't."

"Who's there!"

The woman roared, then turned around swiftly. The sniper rifle in her hands also aimed in the direction of the voice.

Henry pushed open the door of the closet and looked at the sniper rifle in the lady's hand. He said to himself, "NTW20, 20mm caliber, antiequipment automatic sniper rifle. It has great power, but the recoil is equally strong, and the trajectory of its bullet is especially obvious. Are you trying to announce your location to others? If I'm not mistaken, there should be another wounded man downstairs?"

"Who are you!" The woman pointed the gun at Henry.

Henry had just noticed the lady's appearance. In terms of appearance alone, the woman's appearance could absolutely be regarded as outstanding, but there was always a hint of anger between her eyebrows, which gave off an unsettling vibe.

Henry smiled wryly and pointed to the gauze all over his body, then said, "I am just a someone who wants to live. When you set up that gun, your right shoulder seemed a little stiff, you don't look like a novice marksman. The stiffness in your movements show that your right shoulder is injured. If you do withstand the recoil of the NTW20, I'm afraid your arm would be temporarily disabled, just like me."

A roar of an engine sounded, the woman looked back subconsciously, only to see that the Benz S600 had disappeared from her sight.

"D*mn it!" The lady cursed and pointed at Henry's head. "Turn around with your back facing me."

Henry turned around compliantly and showed that he had no weapons on him.

"Is this house yours?" Henry asked in a relaxed tone.

"Shut up. Now get out of the room and make your way downstairs!" The lady held the gun and slowly approached Henry from the back. The gun was pointed at the back of Henry's head. His head would be blown off the instant the lady's finger pulled on the trigger.

Henry made his way downstairs slowly. He noticed another lady lying on the sofa in the living room of the first floor with a pained expression over her face. She also had features of a typical Yan Xia female, a standard oval face, pretty facial features, white skin, and blonde hair. She was very beautiful. Henry observed the lady's hands, her fingers were long, tender and well- maintained, they did not look like the hands of a marksman.

A layer of gauze was wrapped around the blondehaired lady's waist. Apparently, the gauze had just been applied, but was already very quickly dyed red with blood.

Her face was ashen due to the excessive loss of blood.

Henry could feel the muzzle of the gun that was pointed closely on the back of his head slightly shaking quite obviously, which showed that the person holding the gun was also very nervous.

With his back facing the short- haired lady, he asked tentatively, "A gunshot wound?"

"Yes."

"Based on how badly she is bleeding, it was 7.62 mm bullet by an automatic rifle, but she was probably just grazed by it instead of getting a direct hit. Otherwise, judging from the angle of this shot, I'm afraid that the impact from a direct hit would have split her body into two. The bullet is not lodge in her body. All that needs to be done is stop the bleeding." Henry said as he walked forward.

"Stop right there!" The short-haired lady shouted. "What are you trying to do?"