Chapter 102
Chapter 102 Episode 015 Picking Up Chin (1)
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"So, you think the cooking class is capable, huh? Fine! The target is there. If you hit all ten bullets on target, I’ll let your class handle this internally! But if you miss, don’t blame me for escalating this!"
As soon as the stern-faced Instructor finished speaking, several veteran cooking class members were flustered.
The reason they were assigned to the cooking class was that their scores in various subjects fell short, making them useless in the Forces except for cooking. The Instructor proposed this way intentionally to highlight the gap between them and the cooking class, and redeem the face he just lost. There was absolutely no compassion towards Flossie Wright.
Just imagine, the rain was falling so heavily, the visibility was so poor that one could barely see. The difficulty was many times greater than usual. Even the soldiers trained by the Instructor himself might not be able to hit the target. It would be impressive if Flossie Wright could hit just one bullet!
"By the way, didn’t you say the frogman and ’that particular Force’ were both trying to recruit Flossie Wright yesterday?" Suddenly, a soldier from the cooking class quietly looked at the rest of the cooking class members and carefully asked.
"Didn’t it fall through?" An older soldier immediately frowned, "Who knows if that’s true!"
Even if that was the case, they had not truly seen Flossie Wright’s shooting capabilities, so they were unsure.
Furthermore, would a real sharpshooter be assigned to their cooking class?
It was purely a cock and bull story!
On the other side, Becca Reyes and Janice Wood simultaneously turned to look at Flossie Wright, part skeptical and part suspicious. In the end, they were unclear whether Flossie Wright could overcome these severe weather conditions. Otherwise, even a single misfire would rob her of this opportunity.
"I can do it." Flossie Wright nodded after a moment of consideration, walked forward a few steps, and shrugged off her cold demeanor. A hint of casualness crept into her features as she glanced sideways at Janice Wood, raised an eyebrow at the stern-faced Instructor, and said, "However, I hope the Instructor can separate personal from professional and not bring personal feelings into the training."
Flossie Wright was not at all worried about the shooting training in the Forces; she was definitely going to slap the Instructor in the face this time.
She was in the cooking class, and it would be difficult for them to pick on her. However, Janice Wood was different; she still had to stay under their command. If they seek revenge out of spite, then Flossie Wright would be harming Janice which is against her intention. Therefore, she naturally wanted to nip this unstable factor in the bud.
Being addressed so directly, the stern-faced Instructor was caught off guard and felt somewhat awkward. His already bad mood was now even worse, but he couldn’t vent his anger. He could only glance at Flossie Wright through the icy cold rain and said grudgingly, "Don’t worry about the rest, just fire the bullets first!"
Lifting her eyes and looking at the shooting range in the distance, Flossie Wright did not dawdle. After shrugging her shoulders, she took the gun from Janice Wood and walked casually toward the shooting range.
Most of the new recruits who knew nothing about Flossie Wright’s shooting capabilities looked incredulously at her actions, wondering if the cook was either crazy or overconfident, acting as if nothing mattered to her.
Only a few of them could hit all ten bullets on target in such weather. As a mere cook, if she was that capable, she wouldn’t be in the cooking class!
"I don’t believe it, she can’t possibly hit all the targets!" The female soldier who had been choked was gritting her teeth, her eyes filled with malicious glints, wishing Flossie Wright’s bullets would hit her forehead.
At that moment, she was huddled with another who was in the same predicament. Both of them were dirty all over, their uniforms smeared with yellow mud, and even some yellow mud remained on their faces. The rain washed down their faces, making them look utterly wretched.
— End of Chapter 102 —