Villain’s Favorite 234

Chapter 234 Friendly Fire 

Shooting your own teammate? 

Maya didn’t have time to check her brother’s expression. She racked the bolt for the second round-faster than the first. 

Then, she brought the scope back to her eye. 

The man was down. 

Through the lens, she could see him curled on the ground. A dark stain was spreading beneath him. 

Maya bit her lip. Her face was blank. She swallowed the nausea. 

“Northwest. Approximately 1,400 feet. Second target is moving. Fast. Approaching.” 

Maya swung the scope northwest. 

The second man was sprinting, using vehicles and buildings as cover, Cautious. Professional. 

“Recommend waiting until the target enters open ground.” 

Maya held her fire. 

The man had clearly heard the shot. But he’d assumed it was the plan going sideways, not a sniper betrayal. He was moving with extreme caution. 

“Target in the open. Approximately 1,000 feet. Crosswind at eight mph from the northwest. Hold zero-one inches left.” 

Maya’s face was burning with tension. Jaw clenched. Crosshairs pinned to the running figure. 

It was impossibly hard. 

He was moving. Her crosshairs couldn’t keep up. 

“Target’s on the move, nine mph. Give him a one-body lead.” 

The system’s cold prompt had barely faded when George darted around a corner and pressed himself into the shadow of a wall. 

The gunman reacted instantly-weapon tucked, body low, sprinting for the stairwell, ready to breach and 

execute. 

Wind brushed Maya’s hair. Her knuckles on the rifle had gone white. 

She had to hit him before he disappeared from view. 

One miss, and the element of surprise was gone. A wary target would never give her a second clean shot. 

Maya drew a deep breath, crushed the surging panic, locked her eyes to the scope, and nudged the crosshairs forward by her best guess. 

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Roughly three feet ahead of the target. 

She didn’t blink. Her fingertip curled around the trigger. 

The next second, the muffled roar of the rifle split the air. The recoil hammered into her shoulder, numbing her entire arm. 

“Bang-” 

The instant the shot was fired, the world seemed to freeze. Every second stretched. 

Eyes wide, Maya stared into the scope. 

Hit. 

Through the glass, she watched the man’s body lurch forward, center of gravity gone, crumpling sideways. 

Every muscle in Maya’s body was locked so tight she’d gone numb. She didn’t dare relax. 

She scanned the area in silence. Just in case. She was not losing her brother to carelessness. 

She waited. Ten minutes. The system stayed quiet. 

Which meant there was no third gunman. 

It was safe. 

Maya covered her mouth. Her hands were numb. 

She was numb. 

Her stinging eyes finally dared to blink. 

She’d been staring through the scope for so long without blinking that the tears had come on their own. 

Her head was swimming. Even thinking felt slow and foggy. 

So tired. So, so tired. 

Outside the building, the boy stared at the body on the ground. His gaze drifted toward the unfinished high-rise nearby. 

Two shots. 

Clean. Precise. No wasted rounds. It was obviously the work of a professional sniper. 

He scrolled through Liam’s phone again, cross-referencing the messages. The sniper was supposed to be on the enemy’s side. 

But reality was making no sense. 

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No third bullet had come for him. 

The sniper had acted like a personal guardian angel-eliminating the threats, then vanishing. 

Had the sniper defected? 

No. 

A professional sniper had no reason to defect. 

What could possibly make someone turn their scope on their own teammates? 

It didn’t add up. 

George frowned. Using memory and instinct, he traced the bullet’s trajectory back to its origin. Curiosity was clawing at his rational mind. 

Logic said, Don’t go. If this person could drop two gunmen without breaking a sweat, killing one more would be effortless. 

But George had always been drawn to danger and the unknown. 

A perfectly normal sniper had somehow turned his gun around and blasted his own teammates. 

Nothing about this was normal. 

If that curiosity went unsatisfied, it’d haunt him worse than death. 

…/ 

Maya was currently flat on her back on the concrete floor, playing dead. 

She was too drained to lift a single finger. 

She suddenly understood why Raymond spent every day sprawled out like a lazy cat, ordering her and Alfred to do his chores. 

So, this was how exhausting sniping was. 

“Your brother is coming up.” 

The system’s alert hit without warning. 

Maya bolted upright like a patient having a near-death expérience. “What?!” 

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