Reborn Sniper, I Won't Save Your Lover This Time

The mayor's son was being held hostage in an abandoned slaughterhouse by a deranged psycho.

I locked my sniper scope dead onto the killer's forehead.

Just as my finger touched the trigger, Sean—my husband and the SWAT tactical commander—cut off my comms.

"Hold your fire! Wait for Chloe to arrive and begin psychological negotiation!"

Just like my past life.

Back then, Chloe, posing as an elite criminal profiler, babbled forty minutes of textbook nonsense at the killer.

She enraged the psycho so badly that he sliced off the hostage's ear on the spot.