Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 653: Chapter 653: Do You Have a Sniper Rifle?_1

At this moment, everyone was panicking, and whoever remained the most calm and composed was in control of the situation.

Everyone subconsciously followed Purple Summers’s arrangement, without anyone questioning her.

There were many rooms on the second floor, which could entirely serve as an Airsoft battlefield, but when it came time to shoot, seeing the hail of bullets below, they all began to feel timid.

“I… I don’t know where to shoot…” Carson Graves’s face was pale as he looked helplessly at Gerald Graves beside him.

Downstairs had already turned into a melee, with people from Gavin Graves, Roy Howard, and the attacking enemies, and even with lights in the darkness, it was hard to distinguish friend from foe.

“Do you recognize Gavin Graves?!” Purple Summers asked him.

Gavin Graves? The future heir to the Graves Family, dressed in silvery gray elegance—of course, he recognized him!

“Watch carefully, find Gavin Graves, and shoot where he shoots!” Purple Summers opened the window and decisively fired a shot outside, then told the others, “We have limited bullets, shoot only when you’re sure! Shoot where Gavin Graves and Roy Howard are shooting, focus fire in that direction!”

This was a good strategy—if you couldn’t find the enemy, how could you miss Gavin Graves and Roy Howard?

Those two handsome men were like peacocks among chickens in the crowd, standing out with an aura that made them impossible to miss!

Purple Summers’s composure gradually calmed everyone down; they scattered and took action, and from their initial panic, they slowly became pumped with excitement.

No man dislikes guns, even the most spoiled and indulgent playboys, once their blood is stirred, will feel the fearlessness and pride of newcomers to the battlefield.

Gavin Graves and Roy Howard’s people quickly realized that the attackers’ gunfire had become sporadic and not as dense.

Looking back, they discovered that there were people shooting from upstairs, diverting the enemy’s fire.

At a window was the silhouette of a young girl, hidden behind the curtains and indistinct, but Gavin Graves felt a pang in his heart, intuitively knowing it was Purple Summers.

“Young Master Graves, these people are targeting us!”

The voice of Lester Williams brought Gavin Graves back to his senses.

He paused, scanning the surroundings—the ground was strewn with many bodies, including those of Roy Howard’s people, some lying dead in pools of blood.

The attack had come too suddenly, catching them off guard.

The magician’s performance had distracted those who should have been guarding the Graves Residence, causing them to lower their guard, allowing the enemy to sneak in.

Gavin Graves hid behind a courtyard angel statue, with bullets occasionally sweeping by, forcing him to return fire only at moments between attacks.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

His protectors were pushed back by gunfire, dispersed around him, some dead and some still shooting.

The attackers were well-prepared with ample ammunition, while Gavin Graves’s side was clearly at a disadvantage.

When Gavin Graves surveyed his surroundings, he spotted Roy Howard not far away; their eyes met in the air, and Roy Howard tilted his chin slightly, gesturing him to look further away.

Gavin Graves’s eyes narrowed slightly, immediately understanding Roy Howard’s signal.

Outside the gate was a white van, with weapons and ammunition continuously delivered to the attackers—if they didn’t take out that van, their chances of a counterattack would be very difficult! Even if they managed to eliminate all of these people, the cost would be heavy.

Gavin Graves and Roy Howard had noticed the van, and Purple Summers by the window had as well.

They wanted to break through the obstacles to concentrate fire on that van, but it was too far and too difficult.

But Purple Summers, from her high vantage point, had a clear tactical advantage.

“… The range isn’t enough,” Purple Summers glanced at the gun in her hand and furrowed her brows.

The front garden of the Graves Residence was expansive and magnificent, with just the distance from the house to the end of the lawn being over a hundred meters, not to mention the flowerbeds, fountains, statues, and trees.

The effective range of a handgun was around 50 meters, a submachine gun slightly better at 150 meters, but still not far enough.

“Do we have a sniper rifle?” Purple Summers asked Gerald Graves behind her, “A Barrett or a TAC50 would do.”