Chapter 875 One Flick, One Headshot

• Up on the rooftop, the sniper lay in wait. Through his scope, a dark blur suddenly swallowed his view. His world went pitch black. Before he could figure out what the hell was going on—whoosh!—a sharp hiss split the air. A heartbeat later, agony detonated in his right eye. Darkness crashed in, and he toppled off the roof.
• The last thing he ever expected was this: the shot that killed him wasn’t from an enemy at all—it was the same sniper round he himself had fired just seconds earlier.
• In that split second, Eric ghosted to the spot right in front of Ursa. He snapped out his right hand, pinched the incoming round aimed at her temple between his index and middle fingers, then flicked it back the way it had come.