Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1987

Chapter 1987 The Future Sharpshooter

As they arrived in the central area, Anderson suddenly spotted a figure crouching in the nearby bushes. He was about to call out to alert Alisha, but she had already noticed and swiftly shot the person down with her keen aim. Anderson was slightly taken aback by his sister's insight, which exceeded his expectations. He had thought Alisha was done for, given the level of skill required to survive this far into the game.

Joyce, standing by, was inwardly amazed. Alisha seemed to have a natural sense of marksmanship, an innate ability that allowed her to aim with precision even without understanding ballistics, possessing a natural feel and accuracy.

Suddenly, a full squad entered the game. Alisha's gunshot had drawn them there. It seemed they were either streamers or pros.

Anderson sucked in a breath. If their previous survival had been luck, this time they were surely doomed.

"Find a way to hide, jump out the window and slip away from the back," Anderson urged. "Hurry, there's no time to lose."

"I'm not going," Alisha replied, unmoving. Instead of fleeing, she ascended to the room upstairs, positioning herself by the window to find the best angle.

Moments later, she swiftly pressed the keys. Rapidly firing, switching scopes, adjusting angles, and firing again. Two opponents fell, turned into boxes by her headshots, with no chance of revival.

Anderson was stunned. He had originally planned to guide her from the side but now found himself a mere spectator.

"Stay steady, there are two more," he said anxiously.

"I know," Alisha's response was calm.

As she spoke, the two teammates of the deceased players charged up the stairs.

Alisha quickly switched her gun to an M416, firing a burst of bullets that first knocked down one player and then the other, turning them both into boxes.

Despite taking hits herself and with low health, she had managed to wipe out the entire squad.

Anderson's jaw dropped as he praised, "Impressive, sister. Round elimination, amazing!"

He had never realized that Alisha was this skilled at the game. It seemed she was far more adept than he was after just a short time of playing. The unbeatable warrior was none other than Alisha.

After the squad had been eliminated, Alisha didn't relax. She quickly applied a medical kit and adrenal shot, waiting for her health to recover. Then, standing by the window, she switched to an AWM sniper rifle, loaded an eight-fold scope, and scanned the surroundings. Suddenly, she frowned and swiftly fired in the distance.

The gunshot was heard, but the person she had struck down was the only one visible; the shooter remained unseen.

"Where did you see someone? Why didn't I see them?" Anderson couldn't understand. He hadn't seen anyone and didn't understand where Alisha had directed her shot, resulting in an additional kill.

"Up on a distant tower. I sensed their movement, that's why I fired," Alisha explained casually.

Luck was on Alisha's side. She no longer needed to enter the safety zone as the poisonous circle consistently shrank towards her vicinity. She was able to hold down the building she was in, sniping from advantageous angles. Sometimes, even when they saw no one, Alisha was able to hit or knock down opponents. It was miraculous, her vision and intuition seemed to be particularly keen, sensing any movement around her.

Until there were only three players left on the field.

As the final circle closed in, it remained in Alisha's favor.

She calmly waited.