Chapter 1095:

As one of Kari’s allies lunged toward Brad, a hidden East Islet sniper took careful aim from cover, ready to fire. Rylie’s eyes narrowed, locked on the sniper. Just as his finger tightened on the trigger, her customized pistol barked, cutting him off.

The shot rang out—quiet, but carrying a weight that sent a shiver down the spine. The sniper’s head jerked back violently, his rifle tumbling from his hands.

Corbin caught it out of the corner of his eye, and his chest tightened as if his heart had skipped a beat.

To strike with such lethal accuracy in the middle of all the chaos, from that distance, and in near darkness—Corbin’s doubt vanished. This had to be the legendary marksman, Mr. VS.

𝘋i𝗌𝘤оvе𝗿 𝗁id𝗱e𝘯 𝗀𝖾m𝘴 𝗼𝗻 gаln𝘰𝘃еlѕ.𝖼o𝗺

Taking advantage of the enemy’s disarray, two mercenaries lunged to Brad’s side, lifting him carefully from both ends and hauling him toward the designated extraction path.

“Hold on, Brad!” Kari yelled.

His mind was already slipping toward darkness. Agony and blood loss clouded his vision, but he gritted his teeth and staggered forward, forcing himself to keep moving.

But the East Islet forces were overwhelming, and every one of them was a handpicked elite. They recovered swiftly, re-formed their lines, and focused their fire on the retreating mercenaries. Bullets rained down in an unrelenting torrent, forcing everyone to hunker low, barely daring to lift their heads.

“There are too many of them! And they’ve got a heavy machine gun!” Corbin shouted, a stray round grazing his helmet and leaving a fiery streak. “Damn it! I knew this wouldn’t be easy, but I never imagined we’d be gambling our lives like this.” Even with top-tier gear, they couldn’t hold out under such relentless fire for long.

Kari’s flank was under just as much pressure. Even with her two elite guards, the sheer enemy numbers and the need to shield Brad had left them injured.

“Follow the plan—retreat!” she barked into the comms without hesitation. “Corbin, cover the rear. I’ll get him out first.”

Corbin gritted his jaw and shouted commands, signaling the team to shift their firing positions while Kari hauled Brad away, shooting back at the enemy with every step she took.

Rylie stayed on the outer edge of the fight from start to finish, slipping through the chaos as if she weren’t really there. Each carefully placed shot removed the nearest threat, gradually easing the pressure on the others.

Even Kari, stubborn and proud as she was, couldn’t deny the truth: without Rylie covering them, Brad wouldn’t have survived the extraction.

“Rylie! We’re pulling out—now!” Corbin yelled in her direction.

Rylie didn’t bother to look back. Still keeping the enemy pinned down, she answered calmly, her voice firm. “Someone needs to cover this. Get him out and move.”

The decision had already been made in her mind. If anyone could create enough space for Brad to escape alive, it was her alone.

The others, including Corbin, lacked her speed, accuracy, and the freedom of movement her lean build allowed.

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