Female Novel
Chapter 1860: It'S All A High-Stakes Gamble
Chapter 1860: It's All a High-Stakes Gamble
Joyce finally found a suitable angle. "Oh, this angle will do. I've spotted Seren. He's standing next to
Vicki. Judging from his demeanor, it should be him."
Darrin assisted from the side. "What now? Can we take him out with a single shot?"
"No, we can't act rashly," Joyce shook her head.
Darrin took out binoculars and observed carefully. "Indeed, there are other men in black inside the
living room. They're armed, pointing their guns at the hostages. Even if we take out Seren, there's nonovelbin
guarantee they won't shoot the hostages. It's too risky."
"But that's not the most important thing. The crucial point is that Seren knows how to protect himself.
The angle he's currently positioned at makes a headshot impossible. If we hit his limbs, it will only
provoke him to retaliate against the hostages. We mustn't shoot easily," Joyce narrowed her eyes,
carefully searching for a suitable position.
"What should we do then?" Darrin asked.
"Don't you have two sniper rifles with you? Take out the other one and set it up. We can only wait.
When Luther and Felix, along with Seren's men, engage in a confrontation, we'll assist from the side
and eliminate the men in black who are holding the hostages one by one. We have to act quickly. We'll
both shoot at the same time, taking them all out within ten seconds. Otherwise, it will backfire," Joyce
instructed. "I learned a few sniper techniques from my mom, and it turns out they're quite useful in
critical situations. It's not like the olden days where gunfights were common. Sniping works better. After
I give birth to my child, I plan to train myself in sniper skills."
"...," Darrin responded.
Perhaps the young general was thinking too far ahead. It wasn't a good sign when they needed a
sniper. It would be better if such situations occurred less frequently.
While they were talking, Darrin set up his sniper rifle, and Joyce leaned in to assist him in adjusting the
angle.
"How does it look now? Is the angle suitable?" Joyce asked.
Darrin raised his thumb. "Professional! General, you truly have a talent. I haven't seen you learn from
Lady Grand Marshal for long, yet you've already mastered the essence."
"When pulling the trigger, stability is crucial. The most important thing is to control your breathing.
That's what my mom advised me," Joyce looked through her own scope again. "From now on, let's not
communicate anymore. Hold your breath, focus, and pay attention to any movements in the hall. When
I say 'begin,' you'll snipe the men in black who are holding the guns."
"Understood," Darrin replied.
Joyce adjusted her breathing and calmed herself down, finding an even more suitable angle.
Just as she was about to aim further, she suddenly saw a middle-aged woman rushing towards Vicki
with a knife in her hand...
"Oh no!" Joyce whispered to herself. The situation was completely different from what she had
imagined. She frowned, realizing that she couldn't act recklessly now.
Two minutes earlier, inside the hall.
Seren sneered and said to Felix, "The person you wanted to see, you've already seen her. Hand over
the key quickly. Otherwise, I'll start killing someone after counting to ten."
He wickedly curled his lips. "Who should we start with? Heh, let's begin with Carlo. He's old, and he
won't need to serve the Saunders family anymore in the future. It's better for him to die early. Let him
be the first sacrifice today. As for the second one, how about your sister?"
At this moment, Carlo lay on the ground, already unconscious and unaware of his impending death.
Bride, upon hearing that she would be the second to die, turned pale. Her helpless eyes stared directly
at Felix, her tears already dried up, filled with fear.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
Seren began counting down.
Felix narrowed his angry eyes. He glanced at Vicki, then at Carlo lying on the ground. The key to the
secret vault was actually with him all along. He had a heart-shaped pendant around his neck that could
be opened, revealing the key Seren desired.
Obtaining this key meant gaining a massive fortune. No wonder Seren had gone to great lengths,
enduring for so many years, knowing about the existence of the secret vault. Taking over the Saunders
family and wiping them out wasn't just a simple matter. Only by controlling immense wealth could one
gain true power.
But why should he hand over the key? This fortune didn't solely belong to the Saunders family; a
considerable portion of it came from his own maternal family. Moreover, the key was given tohim by his
mother herself.
However, Seren was undoubtedly a desperate criminal. This scum of a person would surely kill all the
hostages as he promised.
Felix couldn't bear it.
Just as he placed his hand on his chest, contemplating his decision...
An unexpected situation, something that nobody anticipated, suddenly occurred at this critical moment.
Fox's eyes were bloodshot, and she had completely lost her sanity. In her eyes, there was no money,
no status, and no Saunders family. She burned with anger, her entire being consumed by fury, even her
hair seemed to be bursting with flames.
Unbeknownst to everyone, Fox held a sharp dagger and pounced towards Vicki.
"Vicki, you wicked woman! Die!"
The gleaming dagger flashed with silvery light, carrying an endless murderous intent as it stabbed
directly at Vicki's chest.
The speed was so fast that everyone present was stunned.
Felix was the first to shout, "No!" He was terrified, his heart seemed to stop beating, and his entire body
went limp. In this moment of crisis, he couldn't move at all, and despair filled his mind. Without Vicki,
his life would be nothing but darkness. Vicki was carrying his child in her womb-they were his
everything.
With a loud bang, his willpower seemed to collapse in an instant, leaving only instinct driving him
forward madly. Even Luther couldn't hold him back in time.
Meanwhile, Joyce hesitated as she stood by the ventilation window.
Should she pull the trigger or not? Once she did, their sniper positions would be completely exposed. It
would be a lost cause, and they would end up losing everything.
If she didn't shoot and Vicki got hurt or faced a life-threatening situation, what should they do?
No matter what she chose, it would be a high-stakes gamble.
In the end, Joyce withdrew her hand from the trigger. She chose not to shoot.
And at that moment, something utterly unexpected happened.
A piercing scream of a woman echoed through the living room, the sound tearing through the air,
reverberating in every corner, incredibly horrifying.