The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 393

Faced with the situation, Quentin gave the order: "Team Nine, everyone out. Hunt the boss, get geared up."

What he didn't realize was that, from this very moment, his team was already doomed.

Citrine had anticipated Team Nine's move from the start. She and her squad were already in position, lying in wait at their chosen vantage points, ready to catch Team Nine in their crosshairs.

Meanwhile, Team Nine charged ahead, completely oblivious to the trap that had been set for them.

Citrine stood on the top floor of an abandoned factory, calmly surveying Team Nine's every move through her binoculars. As the enemy players crept into range, she curled her lips into a cool smile and spoke into her headset, her voice steady: "Targets in range. Line up your shots. Thirty seconds-fire all at once. Aim for the head. Don't miss."

Her four teammates answered in unison, "Copy."

Team Nine, still blissfully unaware of the danger, followed Quentin into the heart of the battlefield. As they reached the open center, a sudden realization flickered across Quentin's face. He glanced up at the high points scattered nearby, his expression shifting in an instant.

"Damn, it's a trap-!"

was

bullets tore through the air, each one aimed with deadly precision at

Bang-

was deafening, but perfectly

at the exact same moment, piercing through five helmets. Team Nine dropped

the game's announcer chimed

around!

erupted into thunderous applause, voices rising

god, CrimsonFirst is incredible! I love

so easy-seriously,

too. Such perfect teamwork.

even do her justice-Crimson First went easy in practice matches, but today she

half the map's bosses by herself. Is she even human? She's a

two of Team Nine's players still have a slingshot

a