Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 2087

Chapter 2087: Afraid to Gamble

After talking for a while, Joyce felt her drowsiness had passed. She regained some energy and stopped talking to Clint. Talking to someone like him was a waste of time and life. It was better to conserve her energy. As long as there was visibility, she needed to focus on locating the sniper.

The darkest hour before dawn finally passed. They faced the east. Dawn, like a sharp sword, cut through the dark night, bringing the first light of the rising sun. The cool, fresh mountain air hit their faces, waking them up.

The sky gradually brightened, turning from dark to deep blue, then orange and red. Everything became clearer. Joyce shook her head lightly to wake herself up.

"Good luck today, there's sun. They'll be blinded by the sunlight while I can avoid it," Joyce said as she picked up her TRG-42 and checked it. The sniper rifle had two scopes; she brightened up and removed one.

Clint asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Joyce tossed the removed scope to Clint. "Trying to think of something. Do you want to stay here forever?"

"I don't know how to use a sniper rifle," Clint frowned, thinking not everyone was like her.

"I'm not asking you to use it. I plan to draw them out. I'll throw a piece of clothing out in a moment. They'll shoot at it, and I can determine how many there are and their positions. I can only take out one at a time. I'll give you directions; you use the scope to reflect sunlight and disrupt their vision. Can you do that?" Joyce loaded a bullet into the gun. "Did you understand? For example, seven o'clock direction-do you know where that is?"

She needed a partner, although she didn't want any interaction with Clint at all. But at this moment, survival necessitated it.

"I know," Clint frowned, feeling underestimated.

"Give me two minutes."

With that, he slightly modified the scope to make it easier to reflect sunlight.

Joyce glanced at him; she almost forgot he had a technical background.

"Alright, I'm starting." Joyce said as she took off her outerwear because her inner shirt had been torn for bandages earlier. Now without much clothing left on her body, her well-shaped figure stood out under the rising sun, her skin glowing with a honey-like sheen.

Clint caught sight of this and couldn't help but breathe heavily. He quickly looked away, not daring to look again.

Joyce didn't care about any of this. She only instructed, "Be ready; as soon as they fire, I'll give directions, and you immediately reflect the sunlight."

She paused and added, "Don't be slow; otherwise, I'll die."

Clint hesitated, "Maybe we should wait longer. Once it's fully light, my people might use military helicopters for fire suppression; we could be rescued."

He didn't dare gamble; he didn't want anything bad happening to her.

"Maybe?? Your people? Can you guarantee we won't get hit by friendly fire?" Joyce retorted. "What if we don't wait for your people but get found by the Yoshikawa family instead?"

Clint took a deep breath, "Start; I'm ready."

Joyce didn't delay any further and threw out the piece of clothing in her hand.

As the clothing drew an arc in the air, gunfire followed along with shattered stones.

Joyce carefully discerned and reported, "Eight o'clock direction."

Clint immediately used the modified scope to reflect sunlight toward eight o'clock. The modification made it extremely dazzling and blinding.

It directly disrupted the sniper's vision.

Joyce seized the opportunity; she sidestepped behind a rock for cover and placed the sniper rifle on it. In the sunlight, she aimed and fired two shots-one shot might not be enough since she wasn't as professional as Cecelia.

Sure enough, a figure tumbled down from a distant hilltop.

Joyce quickly retracted her gun and hid behind the rock again.

At that moment, two more bullets whizzed past her head.