Chapter 1025
Chapter 1025: One Injury After Another (1)_1
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Flossie Wright said she needed a hand.
Thus, Perry Reed spent two days "helping."
Tracking and counter-tracking.
It was like a game of hide and seek, where Flossie Wright went ahead for a certain amount of time, erasing all traces on the road, while Perry Reed was responsible for tracking her.
In fact, Perry Reed was not skilled at these tasks.
Unlike Erina Taylor’s lack of serious commitment, Perry Reed had operated the Mercenary Corps year-round and had been through life and death situations many times, but those had always been fought out with real guns and real swords.
He was the Boss, knew how to make use of his people, had strategies, and when it came down to a real fight, he had enough skill.
In short, he didn’t need these tricks.
As the saying goes, once you understand one principle, you can understand all related ones. Perry Reed, although he didn’t need these skills and had never systematically learned tracking and counter-tracking, had developed his insight through years of experience.
He was a born Assassin.
What’s more, he had God’s help.
So, according to various clues, finding Flossie Wright’s whereabouts was not that difficult of a task.
But, Flossie Wright was not an ordinary opponent.
Thus, a draw.
Two days later.
The destination.
In an open space, some Tents had been set up in the middle, with several soldiers in military dress standing rigidly around, guardedly expressionless.
Next to the open space was a winding mountain road. Although it was remote, the traces of pedestrians were not few.
Clearly, it couldn’t have been left just over a few days.
Next to a Jeep.
Austin Shepherd leaned by the door, holding a water bottle in his hand, taking a few swigs of water.
"How many more?"
Drake Easton came over.
Hearing this, Austin Shepherd looked at him a few times, then raised his hand to look at his watch.
Two-thirty in the afternoon.
"I estimate," he paused, brows furrowed in thought, "that nearly half are still out there."
Drake Easton immediately furrowed his brows.
"Yeah," Austin Shepherd nodded, "this stretch is quite dangerous, so it’s normal to arrive a bit late. I reckon some more will give up in a bit."
Drake Easton pondered.
He had been a Head Instructor before and was well aware of all the selection processes.
At this point, it definitely wasn’t a small number that chose to give up.
Seven days of wilderness survival, with no assistance from others. If unlucky, one might not even see another person, having no one to talk to, and only being able to push on, on, and on.
And, while pushing on, one would face various dangers.
It could be said to be torture both mentally and physically.
In their expectations, it would be quite good if this stage left eighty participants.
In the past few days, already more than thirty had chosen to give up, with especially many in these last two days, keeping the rescue teams so busy they couldn’t even enjoy a hot cup of tea.
The ones arriving one after another were those with top scores, like Mariana Buck, Sandy Cruz, Jessie Grain, and Calvin Ramos, who had all arrived by yesterday afternoon.
"What about Flossie Wright?"
After a while, Drake Easton suddenly asked.
All along, Drake Easton had taken great interest in Flossie Wright’s performance.
There were two reasons for this.
Firstly, Flossie Wright had been a soldier under his command, someone he had watched grow up bit by bit, so it was natural for him to pay attention.
Secondly, Flossie Wright possessed tremendous potential, and nearly everyone who realized this was keeping an eye on her performance.
When Flossie Wright was mentioned, Austin Shepherd looked grimmer. He slightly furrowed his brows and said, "She hasn’t arrived yet."
— End of Chapter 1025 —