You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 2087: Afraid to Gamble

After talking for a while, Joyce felt her drowsiness had passed. She regained some energy and stopped talking to Clint. Talking to someone like him was a waste of time and life. It was better to conserve her energy. As long as there was visibility, she needed to focus on locating the sniper.

The darkest hour before dawn finally passed. They faced the east. Dawn, like a sharp sword, cut through the dark night, bringing the first light of the rising sun. The cool, fresh mountain air hit their faces, waking them up.

The sky gradually brightened, turning from dark to deep blue, then orange and red. Everything became clearer. Joyce shook her head lightly to wake herself up.

"Good luck today, there's sun. They'll be blinded by the sunlight while I can avoid it," Joyce said as she picked up her TRG-42 and checked it. The sniper rifle had two scopes; she brightened up and removed

one.

Clint asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Joyce tossed the removed scope to Clint. "Trying to think of something. Do you want to stay here forever?"

"I don't know how to use a sniper rifle," Clint frowned, thinking not everyone was like her.

"I'm not asking you to use it. I plan to draw them out. I'll throw a piece of clothing out in a moment. They'll shoot at it, and I can determine how many there are and their positions. I can only take out one at a time. I'll give you directions; you use the scope to reflect sunlight and disrupt their vision. Can you do that?" Joyce loaded a bullet into the gun. "Did you understand? For example, seven o'clock direction-do you know where that is?"

She needed a partner, although she didn't want any interaction with Clint at all. But at this moment, survival necessitated it.

"I know," Clint frowned, feeling underestimated.

"Give me two minutes."

With that, he slightly modified the scope to make it easier to reflect sunlight.

Joyce glanced at him; she almost forgot he had a technical background.

"Alright, I'm starting." Joyce said as she took off her outerwear because her inner shirt had been torn for bandages earlier. Now without much clothing left on her body, her well-shaped figure stood out under the rising sun, her skin glowing with a honey-like sheen.

Clint caught sight of this and couldn't help but breathe heavily. He quickly looked away, not daring to look again.

Joyce didn't care about any of this. She only instructed, "Be ready; as soon as they fire, I'll give directions, and you immediately reflect the sunlight."

She paused and added, "Don't be slow; otherwise, I'll die."

we should wait longer. Once it's fully light, my people might use military helicopters for fire suppression; we could be

gamble; he didn't want anything

people? Can you guarantee we won't get hit by friendly fire?" Joyce retorted. "What if

deep breath,

out the piece of clothing in her

arc in the air, gunfire followed along with

discerned and reported,

scope to reflect sunlight toward eight o'clock. The

directly disrupted

behind a rock for cover and placed the sniper rifle on it. In the sunlight, she

enough, a figure tumbled down

and hid behind the

that moment, two more bullets whizzed past her

concerned voice was tense. "Are

told you not to jinx me," Joyce

more," Joyce put the gun aside. "There were three

help but praise her,

replied irritably, "Thanks for not messing

Clint went silent.

trick won't work twice; I need to think about what to do next." Joyce pondered for a

frowned because

was off. "Wait

is

three or four hundred meters away-I can't be sure if he was that close last night or

gave up sniping and wants to attack

so; it's very likely. My handgun bullets were used up last night-do you

his

Joyce sighed deeply.

you

Clint replied; he had given

Joyce sighed again.

of self-defense-how did he dare come

wants to sneak attack us, he'll come soon,"

I know that," Joyce felt exasperated-did he