Joyce leaned her back against the weathered stone, took a deep breath and tried to keep herself calm and quiet. The coldness of the cold stone invaded her skin gradually, and she even felt cold in the heart.
She closed her eyes and listened carefully to the sound of footsteps behind her.
She judged their location and distance with the sounds.
Two people were approaching her quietly. The palms of her feet hit the gravel ground, emitting a distinctive "rustling" sound, which could be clearly distinguished when she listened carefully. Although she shot static targets most of the time, she had also done mobile skeet for three years. Besides, she had participated in many outdoor activities during the training period, and she was thus quite good at judging distances with sounds and shooting mobile targets. She didn't expect that she did not participate in the mobile skeet competition back then, but now she has made use of it.
They were getting closer and closer.
Suddenly, she found an opportunity. She stood up and spun, holding her gun in one hand, and when a killer was about to approach her, she fired a shot, fast and accurate, hitting the killer's right chest.
Then, with another bang, she fired her last bullet, hitting another killer a little further away from her.
Both the bullets hit the right chests and their lives would be in danger if they were not treated in time.
This time, she wasn't as merciful as she was at Hill Benjamin, when she shot the thugs in the knee to make sure they would not die. Today, in order to get rid of them for good, she had to take down one of them with each shot.
Two more killers were down now, and there were still nine to go, including Ricky.
"Everyone stays put for now. She's a good shot, and we'll lose a lot if we risk going up there." Ricky shouted, "Don't move, stay put and take cover. There's more than one way up. Let's go around the side and avoid any open space."
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