Chapter 1987 The Future Sharpshooter
Chapter 1987 The Future Sharpshooter
As they arrived in the central area, Anderson suddenly spotted a figure crouching in the nearby
bushes. He was about to call out to alert Alisha, but she had already noticed and swiftly shot the
person down with her keen aim. Anderson was slightly taken aback by his sister''s insight, which
exceeded his expectations. He had thought Alisha was done for, given the level of skill required to
survive this far into the game.
Joyce, standing by, was inwardly amazed. Alisha seemed to have a natural sense of
marksmanship, an innate ability that allowed her to aim with precision even without understanding
ballistics, possessing a natural feel and uracy.
Suddenly, a full squad entered the game. Alisha''s gunshot had drawn them there. It seemed they
were either streamers or pros.
Anderson sucked in a breath. If their previous survival had been luck, this time they were surely
doomed.
"Find a way to hide, jump out the window and slip away from the back," Anderson urged. "Hurry,
there''s no time to lose."
"I''m not going," Alisha replied, unmoving. Instead of fleeing, she ascended to the room upstairs,
positioning herself by the window to find the best angle.
Momentster, she swiftly pressed the keys. Rapidly firing, switching scopes, adjusting angles, and
firing again. Two opponents fell, turned into boxes by her headshots, with no chance of revival.
Anderson was stunned. He had originally nned to guide her from the side but now found himself
a mere spectator.
"Stay steady, there are two more," he said anxiously.
"I know," Alisha''s response was calm.
As she spoke, the two teammates of the deceased yers charged up the stairs.
Alisha quickly switched her gun to an M416, firing a burst of bullets that first knocked down one
yer and then the other, turning them both into boxes.
Despite taking hits herself and with low health, she had managed to wipe out the entire squad.
Anderson''s jaw dropped as he praised, "Impressive, sister. Round elimination, amazing!"
He had never realized that Alisha was this skilled at the game. It seemed she was far more adept
than he was after just a short time of ying. The unbeatable warrior was none other than Alisha.
After the squad had been eliminated, Alisha didn''t rx. She quickly applied a medical kit and
adrenal shot, waiting for her health to recover. Then, standing by the window, she switched to an
AWM sniper rifle, loaded an eight-fold scope, and scanned the surroundings. Suddenly, she
frowned and swiftly fired in the distance.
The gunshot was heard, but the person she had struck down was the only one visible; the shooter
remained unseen.
"Where did you see someone? Why didn''t I see them?" Anderson couldn''t understand. He hadn''t
seen anyone and didn''t understand where Alisha had directed her shot, resulting in an additional
kill.
"Up on a distant tower. I sensed their movement, that''s why I fired," Alisha exined casually.
Luck was on Alisha''s side. She no longer needed to enter the safety zone as the poisonous circle
consistently shrank towards her vicinity. She was able to hold down the building she was in, sniping
from advantageous angles. Sometimes, even when they saw no one, Alisha was able to hit or
knock down opponents. It was miraculous, her vision and intuition seemed to be particrly keen,
sensing any movement around her.
Until there were only three yers left on the field.
As the final circle closed in, it remained in Alisha''s favor.
She calmly waited.
Suddenly, the game screen disyed "Victory."
It was clear that the two remaining yers had failed to enter the safe zone, granting Alisha the win.
Joyce and Luther were captivated as they observed the victory screen on the phone.
"Eagle-eye! Sharpshooter! Full firepower! Eleven headshots, impressive, Alisha, you''re amazing!"
Joyce eximed.
"Huff, it''s a bit boring that thest two yers didn''t even make it into the circle. It''s practically a free
win when the circle keeps shrinking towards me. I just got lucky," Alisha pouted.
"How could it be a free win? A free win means your teammate carried you to victory without you
firing a shot. Since you were ying alone, how is it a free win?" Anderson couldn''t help but tease
Alisha.
Alisha rubbed her head. "Not satisfying, let''s y another round."
Anderson snatched the phone away. "This game takes too long, ying too much isn''t good for
your eyes."
"Okay," Alisha acquiesced with a pout.
Joyce and Luther exchanged nces.
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Joyce caught sight of Cecelia passing by and hurried over to pull her aside, whispering, "Mom, did
you teach Alisha how to snipe?"
Cecelia raised her eyebrows. "Impossible, she can''t even handle a gun."
"But earlier, when Alisha was ying the shooting game, her marksmanship was surprisingly good,
and her insight was extraordinary. It didn''t seem like it was her first time. I thought you had taught
her," Joyce expressed her confusion.
"Alisha spent time at the Capital with me, and I took her to y with a slingshot a few times,"
Cecelia exined. "Maybe she picked up a thing or two from watching the military training inside
the warlord''spound."
"Can she just learn from watching?" Luther joined in. "Mom, are you suggesting that Alisha might
be a sharpshooter like you and Joyce in the future?"
"Oh, that''s very likely. Her skill with the slingshot is exceptional. Shooting is the same principle; once
she''s familiar with firearms and bullet trajectories, a bit of practice will do the trick. I thought I had
mentioned this before in our video calls, sorry if I assumed I did," Cecelia smiled. "You just
mentioned that I took her to y with a slingshot," Joyce shook her head.
"Perhaps I subconsciously thought it was normal," Cecelia looked at Alisha, "she has a talent.
Would you be willing to let her practice shooting?"
"I..." Joyce hesitated. To be honest, she didn''t want her daughter to be exposed to guns all the time,
carrying too much burden. When she was at the orphanage, shooting was a skill she had to use to
stand out, and she had no choice but to take that path.
After a moment''s pause, Joyce finally spoke, "It doesn''t seem appropriate for a girl to learn
shooting."
Luther firmly dered, "Why wouldn''t it be? Of course, she should learn. If she''s good at it, has
talent, and enjoys it, why hinder her? Alisha had been saying she wanted to learn to y the piano
or violin. From what I observed, she didn''t really like it. She was just envious of other kids having a
special skill. Since she has her own talent, why not let her be a sharpshooter."
With that, Luther gazed at Joyce affectionately. He was grateful that Alisha had inherited her talent.
Whenever he saw Joyce, his heart would race with adoration.
Feeling Luther''s admiration, Joyce nodded.
As long as the kids were happy, everything was fine.