Chapter 595

Her little sister was here!

She hoped her brutal takedown of these men hadn’t scared her. In front of Juniper, she needed to be a gentle, caring sister.

“You’re all pretty banged up. Let’s change the game for the third round,” Ebony Fox announced, waving Juniper over. “I hear your marksmanship is considered top-tier. Why don’t you show me what you’ve got p>

The trainees’ spirits lifted. So what if they’d lost at hand-to-hand? Their shooting skills were undeniable.

“Let’s have a shooting competition,” Ebony Fox declared, her eyes glinting with a cold, intimidating light.

The trainees’ eyes lit up. Ebony Fox had just walked right into their trap. They were, without exaggeration, some of the best shots in the country.

“However Ebony Fox said with a cold smile as Juniper, wearing a cap and mask, came to her side. “You won’t be competing against me. You’ll be competing against her p>

“What?” The trainees looked at each other, murmuring in confusion.

The girl in front of them couldn’t be more than eighteen. She was slender, with fair skin that seemed to glow. She looked like a student. Had she even graduated high school? And she was supposed to compete in a shooting match? Did she even know how to hold a gun?

“The competition will be mobile targets, testing both speed and accuracy. You can go one by one. If even one of you scores higher than her, you win the third round,” Ebony Fox explained. “And I will voluntarily leave this training base p>

The trainees were completely baffled. Any one of them could beat this slip of a girl. Was Ebony Fox just handing them the victory? What was she playing at?

“Do you agree?” Ebony Fox’s voice was sharp.

“Agreed,” the trainees replied in unison.

Ebony Fox turned to Juniper, who was still chewing her gum, her expression softening once more. “Want to have some fun p>

“Sure p>

It had been a while since she’d shot on a range this large. Juniper was tempted.

“Have fun,” Ebony Fox said, gently ruffling her sister’s hair. “But leave them with a little energy. I still need to discipline them later p>

She’d seen Juniper’s marksmanship during the training camp. Dealing with these punks wouldn’t require even a fraction of her full skill. It was the perfect way to knock their egos down a peg.

“Okay.” Juniper popped another piece of gum into her mouth, casually picked a rifle

from the rack, and walked to the firing line.

Shanley stood off to the side,

watching with intrigued, narrowed

eyes. He knew Juniper was a

formidab

fighter burshooting,

too? He was growing more curious

about the extent of her abilities.

“This is a first. Competing against a little girl,” one of the trainees snickered as they

lined up.

“Not for me,” another joked. “Last year I took my five-year-old niece to shoot balloons at the fair p>

“Just be careful she doesn’t misfire and shoot one of us in the head p>

“Haha, now that would be a story p>

“Alright, let’s not waste time. Whoever goes first, just end it quickly p>

The mobile targets were set. The first trainee and Juniper stood on either side of the center line. Ten bullets each, with the opponent allowed to create distractions. Highest score wins.

The whistle blew. Both raised their rifles.

The trainee, still in a playful mood, was just starting to aim when he heard a rapid succession of shots from beside him. He looked over. Juniper stifle was already smokinge She was done.

Ten bullets, ten perfect bullseyes!