Phoenix was very excited, very, very excited.

As long as she could pull the trigger, and the target wasn’t just a bullseye but could be hit, she would feel tremendously excited.

To be precise, it wasn’t excitement but joy. Whether it was a wild chicken, a wild duck, a bear, a wild boar, or even a person, as long as the shooting target was a living thing and it was hit, Phoenix would feel an indescribable thrill.

The feeling of killing was incomparably wonderful, indescribably ecstatic, and the ultimate enjoyment.

Phoenix knew her hobby wasn’t normal. Hunting is a human instinct, but to like it and even enjoy it to her extent, that indeed wasn’t normal, and Phoenix knew this, so she never shared her joy with anyone; she just quietly enjoyed it.

It’s said that sex is the greatest human pleasure, but Phoenix didn’t know what that felt like, nor did she wish to know. She only knew that the feeling she was obsessed with had only one kind: the thrill of the kill, not hitting a target but the thrill of hunting prey.

Number Thirteen was a killer, but that was just his profession; he was trained and cultivated to be a killer.

Phoenix was also a killer, but she was a natural-born killer, a born cold-blooded killer.

Number Thirteen killed for work, while Phoenix killed for pleasure. That was the difference between the two.

Phoenix exerted tremendous effort to avoid casually finding targets on the street and then shooting them. She knew that was a perverted behavior, and although she had long known herself to be a pervert, she didn’t want to become a pervert without pursuit and principles.

In fact, Phoenix’s first prey under her gun was a dove, but she stopped hunting doves a long time ago. Now only humans could satisfy her, so when Phoenix found it hard to bear her desire to find and shoot targets, she would look for those she deemed deserved to be killed to relieve her impulse. In this sense, she was more like a hunter, except her prey were humans, just a slight difference.

So Phoenix was extremely satisfied with her current profession, a mercenary, with no reason other than being able to kill any hostile person. She loved this feeling.

Cui Bo was engaging in continuous shooting, but his effectiveness was poor. Phoenix knew why; it was because Cui Bo was anxious. He treated it as a competition, and his shooting style involved long-term lurking, then firing a critical and deadly bullet, making his first shot the one with the highest hit rate. This was difficult, unlike most snipers. Other snipers didn’t choose not to do it this way; they just couldn’t.

But if it involved continuous shooting, then Cui Bo’s level fell far short of his performance when he could only fire one shot. This was a strong personal style, unrelated to gunmanship, because only the most critical first shot could fully engage Cui Bo’s attention, allowing him to fire an unparalleled first shot.

Everyone has their own unique characteristics. Phoenix quite admired Cui Bo’s first shot because she couldn’t achieve it herself, so she naturally admired it. Regarding continuous shooting capability, Phoenix admired her Boss the most. Her proud rapid continuous shooting ability could have the speed aspect removed when compared to Gao Yang.

But Phoenix knew where her advantage lay. Her greatest characteristic and strongest advantage was being a hunter-type sniper, cold-blooded, calm, pure, and fearless.

Being cold-blooded meant she didn’t care who she was going to kill, calmness meant she always made the right choice, purity meant she focused solely on her target, and fearlessness meant being fearless. She could do anything and pay any price to kill her target.

Phoenix always knew where her advantage lay, facing what she currently considered the strongest shooter, that man known as Gun God. If it were a life-and-death confrontation, Phoenix was confident she would win.

The shooter Phoenix respected the most was her Boss, but she felt her Boss wasn’t pure enough. As the leader of a Mercenary Group, he had many things to consider and do, and he had to avoid getting injured. And she didn’t have to consider these things unrelated to killing the target. Besides, her Boss wasn’t pure enough because he was a Marksman, a sniper, and even an assault gunner. That’s why he wasn’t pure enough.

Phoenix had many times considered her Boss the ideal prey, the prey she most wanted to kill. She simulated countless times in her head how to kill this toughest Gun God she had ever encountered and eventually concluded that she could ensure killing Gun God Ram.

Not that kind of sneak attack or shooting from behind; that wouldn’t count as a showdown between two top shooters. In Phoenix’s countless mental simulations of the duel, it was a direct face-off, to the death, resulting in her killing Ram with a single bullet, but she would also be killed by a bullet fired by Ram. To achieve this result, she had to ensure shooting first before being hit. It was difficult, but she was confident in creating conditions for shooting first.

Why view mutual destruction as a victory, the reason is simple. Phoenix just had to ensure killing the target and whether she lived or died afterward was completely irrelevant because she was pure enough, cold-blooded enough, that her own life could be ignored. And Ram couldn’t; he carried too much weight. He couldn’t afford to die, so dying means failure.

If the opponent lost, then she naturally won, wasn’t that a straightforward logic?

Believing she could defeat the strongest opponent in her mind was enough, there’s no need to challenge the opponent for real because Phoenix had extremely strong self-confidence and such a strong self-confidence. Therefore, knowing she could kill the opponent, there’s no need for validation. To Phoenix, this was very logical.

But, for Cui Bo, it was different. Phoenix wanted to defeat him without having to eliminate her battle comrade because, aside from the first shot, which impressed her, she looked down on him in every other aspect.

The only person Phoenix considered a mock enemy to think about how to shoot repeatedly was now Ram. The others weren’t up to the mark. There was once a woman, but Ram had already killed that woman, so now Phoenix only considered Ram as a mock adversary.

As for Cui Bo, to Phoenix, he was just a disregarded battle comrade and competitor. It was enough just to defeat him under conditions where he held the advantage. Phoenix wouldn’t consider Cui Bo a mock adversary to repeatedly simulate in her mind how to shoot him because he’s not eligible yet.

So what Phoenix needed to do now, and what she was doing, was shoot her targets one after the other, beating Cui Bo to it.