Blurb：
Reborn to the critical moment at the abandoned slaughterhouse, elite sniper Valerie Thorne faces a deadly standoff. The Mayor's son is held hostage by a deranged killer, but Commander David Thorne—her treacherous husband—halts her shot, insisting on psychological negotiations by Dr. Hayes. In her past life, this delay led to bloodshed, disgrace, and Valerie’s brutal death in an organ trafficking unit. Now, with cold determination, Valerie lowers her rifle, watching Dr. Hayes’ futile attempts and David’s suspicious calm. As the killer’s blade draws blood and chaos erupts, Valerie smirks. This time, she’ll rewrite fate—exposing David’s betrayal and Hayes’ incompetence, one bullet at a time. A gripping tale of revenge, betrayal, and justice, where every second counts.Content：
The Mayor's son was held captive in an abandoned slaughterhouse by a deranged killer.I had my sniper rifle set up, aiming squarely at the madman.
But just as my finger hovered over the trigger, my husband, Commander David Thorne, suddenly cut the comms.
Hold your fire! Wait for Dr. Hayes to arrive for psychological negotiations!
In my past life, it happened just like this.
The criminal psychology expert rushed in and spouted forty minutes of utterly useless psycho-babble at the killer.
It only enraged the madman, who promptly severed one of the hostage's ears.
I couldn't take it anymore. I shot the killer dead, and Dr. Hayes threw up and passed out on the spot.
From then on, she was publicly shamed as an "incompetent expert," her reputation in tatters, her spirit crushed.
And my husband? He had me transferred to an organ trafficking unit as an undercover agent.
On the night of the operation, he deliberately called my secure line.
"Aren't you always so capable, Valerie? Well, let's see how you like being vivisected!"
In my final moments, I saw him appear, arm wrapped around Dr. Hayes, his face a mask of fake grief.
Reborn back to this exact moment, the killer's blade was still pressed against the hostage's throat.
I slowly lowered my sniper rifle, a cold smirk playing on my lips.
This time, let's see how you play this out.
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Dr. Hayes' voice, soft and soothing, came through our radios, reaching every ear.
It was gentle, like she was trying to calm a petulant child, not a mentally unstable kidnapper holding a blade to a man's throat.
"I understand you're in pain right now... I understand your anger. We've heard your demands..."
"But harming others won't truly solve your problems. We can find a better way, together..."
"Damn it!"
Through my earpiece, Captain Miller, positioned on the flank, couldn't help but snarl, his voice laced with fuming rage.
"What the hell is she blabbering about? Can't she see that bastard's knife is practically slicing him already?!"
"Command, target's emotional state is clearly deteriorating! Negotiations ineffective! Requesting authorization to fire!"
Another urgent voice cut in; it was Agent Davies, our spotter.
A second of silence hung in the channel, then my husband, Commander David Thorne – our current lead – spoke, his voice unnervingly calm.
"Maintain patience. Dr. Hayes is establishing trust! No one moves without my direct order!"
"Trust, my ass! If we wait any longer, the hostage will be ice-cold!"
The team member kept his voice low, but the fury was unmistakable.
Dr. Hayes' voice resumed, still unhurried and deliberate.
"Your current actions... perhaps they are a re-enactment of childhood trauma you experienced? We can talk about it..."
"Son of a bitch!"
Someone in the channel couldn't hold back a curse.
The kidnapper seemed provoked by her words, roaring, his voice hoarse.
"Shut up! Who the hell are you to lecture me? Keep blabbing and I'll kill him right now!"
The killer's blade pressed another fraction of an inch into the Mayor's son's trembling throat.
A thin line of blood snaked down.
The young man let out a suppressed whimper, his pupils dilated with extreme terror.
Mayor Thompson's hoarse roar practically tore through the comms.
Chaos erupted around him, filled with shouts of restraint.
"David Thorne! If my son loses even a single hair, you can kiss that uniform goodbye! Shoot! Save him!"
After a brief, tense silence, David's voice finally returned.
"Valerie, report target's real-time status."
Everyone's earpiece went quiet for a moment.
Usually, in times like these, I'd give the most calm and professional assessment.
It would be the basis for his decision, taking the main responsibility off his shoulders.
But now...
Through my high-powered scope, I watched the trembling young man.
And I watched the madman, visibly growing more agitated with every word Dr. Hayes spoke.
I replied, my voice steady, devoid of any ripple of emotion.
"My expertise is marksmanship. I don't analyze madmen."
"That's a call you'll have to make yourself, Commander."
The channel went dead silent.
I could picture David's expression right now.
That usual calm mask suddenly frozen, perhaps a flicker of disbelief in his eyes.
"Valerie! Watch your tone! This is an active mission!"
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