Female Novel
Chapter 1987 The Future Sharpshooter
Chapter 1987 The Future Sharpshooter
As they arrived in the central area, Anderson suddenly spotted a figure crouching in the nearbybushes. He was about to call out to alert Alisha, but she had already noticed and swiftly shot theperson down with her keen aim. Anderson was slightly taken aback by his sister's insight, whichexceeded his expectations. He had thought Alisha was done for, given the level of skill required tosurvive this far into the game.
Joyce, standing by, was inwardly amazed. Alisha seemed to have a natural sense ofmarksmanship, an innate ability that allowed her to aim with precision even without understandingballistics, possessing a natural feel and accuracy.
Suddenly, a full squad entered the game. Alisha's gunshot had drawn them there. It seemed theywere either streamers or pros.
Anderson sucked in a breath. If their previous survival had been luck, this time they were surelydoomed.
"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, andfiring 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 himselfa 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 oneplayer 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 adeptthan he was after just a short time of playing. The unbeatable warrior was none other than Alisha.novelbin
After the squad had been eliminated, Alisha didn't relax. She quickly applied a medical kit andadrenal shot, waiting for her health to recover. Then, standing by the window, she switched to anAWM sniper rifle, loaded an eight-fold scope, and scanned the surroundings. Suddenly, shefrowned and swiftly fired in the distance.
The gunshot was heard, but the person she had struck down was the only one visible; the shooterremained unseen.
"Where did you see someone? Why didn't I see them?" Anderson couldn't understand. He hadn'tseen anyone and didn't understand where Alisha had directed her shot, resulting in an additionalkill.
"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 circleconsistently shrank towards her vicinity. She was able to hold down the building she was in, snipingfrom advantageous angles. Sometimes, even when they saw no one, Alisha was able to hit orknock 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.
Suddenly, the game screen displayed "Victory."
It was clear that the two remaining players had failed to enter the safe zone, granting Alisha the win.
Joyce and Luther were captivated as they observed the victory screen on the phone.
"Eagle-eye! Sharpshooter! Full firepower! Eleven headshots, impressive, Alisha, you're amazing!"Joyce exclaimed.
"Huff, it's a bit boring that the last two players didn't even make it into the circle. It's practically a freewin when the circle keeps shrinking towards me. I just got lucky," Alisha pouted.
"How could it be a free win? A free win means your teammate carried you to victory without youfiring a shot. Since you were playing alone, how is it a free win?" Anderson couldn't help but teaseAlisha.
Alisha rubbed her head. "Not satisfying, let's play another round."
Anderson snatched the phone away. "This game takes too long, playing too much isn't good foryour eyes."
"Okay," Alisha acquiesced with a pout.
Joyce and Luther exchanged glances.
Joyce caught sight of Cecelia passing by and hurried over to pull her aside, whispering, "Mom, didyou teach Alisha how to snipe?"
Cecelia raised her eyebrows. "Impossible, she can't even handle a gun."
"But earlier, when Alisha was playing the shooting game, her marksmanship was surprisingly good,and her insight was extraordinary. It didn't seem like it was her first time. I thought you had taughther," Joyce expressed her confusion.
"Alisha spent time at the Capital with me, and I took her to play with a slingshot a few times,"Cecelia explained. "Maybe she picked up a thing or two from watching the military training insidethe warlord's compound."
"Can she just learn from watching?" Luther joined in. "Mom, are you suggesting that Alisha mightbecome a sharpshooter like you and Joyce in the future?"
"Oh, that's very likely. Her skill with the slingshot is exceptional. Shooting is the same principle; onceshe's familiar with firearms and bullet trajectories, a bit of practice will do the trick. I thought I hadmentioned this before in our video calls, sorry if I assumed I did," Cecelia smiled. "You justmentioned that I took her to play with a slingshot," Joyce shook her head.
"Perhaps I subconsciously thought it was normal," Cecelia looked at Alisha, "she has a talent.Would you be willing to let her practice shooting?"
"I..." Joyce hesitated. To be honest, she didn't want her daughter to be exposed to guns all the time,carrying too much burden. When she was at the orphanage, shooting was a skill she had to use tostand out, and she had no choice but to take that path.
After a moment's pause, Joyce finally spoke, "It doesn't seem appropriate for a girl to learnshooting."
Luther firmly declared, "Why wouldn't it be? Of course, she should learn. If she's good at it, hastalent, and enjoys it, why hinder her? Alisha had been saying she wanted to learn to play the pianoor violin. From what I observed, she didn't really like it. She was just envious of other kids having aspecial skill. Since she has her own talent, why not let her become a sharpshooter."
With that, Luther gazed at Joyce affectionately. He was grateful that Alisha had inherited her talent.Whenever he saw Joyce, his heart would race with adoration.
Feeling Luther's admiration, Joyce nodded.
As long as the kids were happy, everything was fine.