You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

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 accuracy.

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 tthey were surely doomed.

"Find a way to hide, jump out the window and slip away from the back," Anderson urged. "Hurry, there's no tto 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.

Moments later, 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 planned 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 players charged up the stairs.

Alisha quickly switched her gun to an M416, firing a burst of bullets that first knocked down one player 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

tof playing. The unbeatable warrior was none other than Alisha.

After the squad had been eliminated, Alisha didn't relax. 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 | 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. | sensed their movement, that's why | fired," Alisha explained 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 particularly keen,

sensing any movement around her.

Until there were only three players left on the field.

As the final circle closed in, it remained in Alisha's favor.

She calmly waited.

Suddenly, the gscreen displayed "Victory."

It was clear that the two remaining players 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 exclaimed.

"Huff, it's a bit boring that the last two players didn't even make it into the circle. It's practically a free win when the circle keeps

shrinking towards me. | 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

playing alone, how is it a free win?" Anderson couldn't help but tease Alisha.

Alisha rubbed her head. "Not satisfying, let's play another round."

Anderson snatched the phone away. "This gtakes too long, playing too much isn't good for your eyes."

"Okay," Alisha acquiesced with a pout.

Joyce and Luther exchanged glances.

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 playing the shooting game, her marksmanship was surprisingly good, and her insight was

extraordinary. It didn't seem like it was her first time. | thought you had taught her," Joyce expressed her confusion.

"Alisha spent tat the Capital with me, and | took her to play with a slingshot a few times," Cecelia explained. "Maybe she

picked up a thing or two from watching the military training inside the warlord's compound."

"Can she just learn from watching?" Luther joined in. "Mom, are you suggesting that Alisha might beca sharpshooter like you

and Joyce in the future?"

"Oh, that's very likely. Her skill with the slingshot is exceptional. Shooting is the sprinciple; once she's familiar with firearms

and bullet trajectories, a bit of practice will do the trick. | thought | had mentioned this before in our video calls, sorry if | assumed |

did," Cecelia smiled. "You just mentioned that | took her to play with a slingshot," Joyce shook her head.

"Perhaps | subconsciously thought it was normal," Cecelia looked at Alisha, "she has a talent. Would you be willing to let her

practice shooting?"

"|..." 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 declared, "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 play the piano or violin. From what | 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 beca 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.

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