Fingers pressed against the trigger.
No matter where Glenn Hutchinson went, Flossie Wright could clearly know that he would appear when most needed.
Cooperate in all actions.
Habitually trusting those you move with, giving your back to the other.
She needed to do this to move with peace of mind.
Two minutes elapsed.
In the scope, the silhouettes of those two targets appeared clearly.
Flossie Wright, predicting everything, aimed at one of their heads and then, without hesitation, pulled the trigger.
"Bang—" a sound.
Flossie Wright heard an extremely subtle noise.
Such a sound, in the night, only stirred the slightest ripple.
Did not cause much commotion.
After one shot, Flossie Wright did not pay attention to whether the target was dead or alive, slightly shifted the gun's muzzle and pulled the trigger for the second time with precision.
The sound rang out again softly.
Flossie Wright slightly furrowed her brow, successfully seeing those two shadows fall.
Boom.
Boom.
