Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

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.”

Clint hesitated, “Maybe we should wait longer. Once it’s fully light, my people might use military helicopters for fire suppression; we could be rescued.”

He didn’t dare gamble; he didn’t want anything bad happening to her.

“Maybe?? Your people? Can you guarantee we won’t get hit by friendly fire?” Joyce retorted. “What if we don’t wait for your people but get found by the Yoshikawa family instead?”

Clint took a deep breath, “Start; I’m ready.”

Joyce didn’t delay any further and threw out the piece of clothing in her hand.

As the clothing drew an arc in the air, gunfire followed along with shattered stones.

Joyce carefully discerned and reported, “Eight o’clock direction.”

Clint immediately used the modified scope to reflect sunlight toward eight o’clock. The modification made it extremely dazzling and blinding.

It directly disrupted the sniper’s vision.

Joyce seized the opportunity; she sidestepped behind a rock for cover and placed the sniper rifle on it. In the sunlight, she aimed and fired two shots-one shot might not be enough since she wasn’t as professional as Cecelia.

Sure enough, a figure tumbled down from a distant hilltop.

Joyce quickly retracted her gun and hid behind the rock again.

At that moment, two more bullets whizzed past her head.

“Are you okay?” Clint’s concerned voice was tense. “Are you hurt?”

“I told you not to jinx me,” Joyce panted but was unharmed.

“There are two more,” Joyce put the gun aside. “There were three in total; one’s down.”

Clint couldn’t help but praise her, “You’re amazing.”

Joyce replied irritably, “Thanks for not messing up.”

Clint went silent.

“The same trick won’t work twice; I need to think about what to do next.” Joyce pondered for a while.

Suddenly she frowned because she realized something was off. “Wait a minute. From the gunfire sound, one sniper is very close to us while another is far away. The close one is only three or four hundred meters away-I can’t be sure if he was that close last night or if he’s moved closer now.”

“You mean that person gave up sniping and wants to attack us up close?” Clint instinctively looked around.

“I suspect so; it’s very likely. My handgun bullets were used up last night-do you have any guns?” Joyce asked Clint.

Clint shook his head. “No.”

Joyce sighed deeply.

“What do you have?” she asked.

“Nothing,” Clint replied; he had given his gun to Reuben long ago.

Joyce sighed again.

As a prince with no means of self-defense-how did he dare come out?

“Our position is exposed; if that person wants to sneak attack us, he’ll come soon,” Clint reminded her.

“Of course I know that,” Joyce felt exasperated-did he need to remind her?Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“We’re locked in position and can’t move because there’s still another sniper behind us. So if someone attacks us from the front…”

Before Clint could finish his sentence or react,

He saw a flash of silver light before his eyes-a few silver streaks darted past him in quick succession,

And then he heard a scream followed by a man falling out from the bushes with knives embedded in his chest, neck, and arms-three in total-bleeding profusely and motionless on the ground.

Clearly someone tried to ambush them but got taken down instead-the person who did this…

He looked at Joyce who finished what she hadn’t had time to say earlier,

“Aren’t we helpless?”

He paused briefly before asking incredulously,

“Was that you just now?”

“Who else?” Joyce rolled her eyes at him,

“I didn’t even see how you did it-you can throw knives?” Clint was shocked at her speed,

“Throwing knives isn’t much different from shooting-I used boomerangs before but didn’t have any here so I brought some small knives for self-defense,” Joyce sighed with relief-thankfully those knives came in handy just now or they’d be done for.