Chapter 1109
Chapter 1109: Successful Persuasion (2)_1
624 words
•
4 min read
Old Master Wright said with absolute certainty.
"Then do you think that every member of our team has the spirit of sacrifice for serving the people?" Flossie Wright continued to ask.
"Them, I can’t control."
With piercing eyes, the gaze of Old Master Wright carried tangible pressure, feeling heavy upon one.
Implicitly, as a descendant of the Wright Family, Flossie was expected to possess the wholehearted spirit of military service for the people.
He couldn’t control what others thought, but he could certainly control where Flossie went.
Shrugging her shoulders, Flossie maintained a composed expression and suddenly asked, "Then if I say I’m willing, would you believe me?"
Old Master Wright was unexpectedly taken aback.
Believe her?
Of course not.
Not mentioning that Flossie had already expressed her unwillingness just the previous afternoon, even if it were the first time she said so, he would subconsciously doubt the truth behind her words.
Words, looks, actions, all could deceive.
What truly proved a person was how they performed when actually facing that situation.
But if she said she was willing, there might be a chance to see her performance; yet having already said she was not, not even the opportunity to observe her in action would present itself.
"Major General Ryker Wright, Soldier Flossie Wright assures you that she will excellently complete all missions and will not be a coward who fears death!" Flossie saluted with her hand, her eyes resolute, shimmering with a bright light, she spoke firmly, enunciating every word, "And moreover, to return alive!"
The morning sunlight slanted in through the window.
Flossie stood by the bed, her silhouette enshrouded in a faint halo. Yet her salute was impeccably proper, and her stern, calm face, shadowed in darkness, was indistinct yet one could sense her resolve.
To complete the mission, to return alive!
Profound self-confidence!
So confident it bordered on arrogance.
Such ostentatiousness, and yet, inexplicably persuasive.
Flossie had that kind of power, perhaps it was her dauntlessness, perhaps it was her confidence, that made one unable to help but believe that she truly could do as she said.
What kind of man was Old Master Wright? He only faltered momentarily, and swiftly his expression returned to calm as he turned to ask her, "And if you fail to complete it?"
"I will voluntarily withdraw!" Flossie’s words fell with conviction.
"That’s not enough," Old Master Wright shook his head.
Truthfully, if Flossie failed on a small mission, perhaps it wouldn’t matter much. But if she were to falter on a major mission, one she would be responsible for...
How could simply withdrawing suffice?
Lowering her gaze slightly, Flossie met Old Master Wright’s eyes with each syllable she uttered, "General, I am a sniper."
Old Master Wright immediately furrowed his brows.
Indeed, she was to be a sniper.
A sniper works from a concealed location. They don’t need to face the public, nor do they have to save lives directly; what they need to do is to follow upper-level commands and execute the plan—shooting bullets into the enemy’s body.
Flossie’s role allowed her to keep at the greatest distance from "sacrificing for others."
Cognizant of the situation, Old Master Wright still wasn’t content, ultimately stating coldly, "You are not yet a sniper."
"I will be," Flossie affirmed with unusual certainty.
Given her aspirations to become a sniper, if she couldn’t make it, there’d be no necessity for her to continue.
"Young one, don’t be so arrogant!"
Old Master Wright frowned disapprovingly and sternly warned.
Flossie spread her hands, nonchalantly agreeing.
After glancing at her sharply, Old Master Wright took a deep breath and said, "Bring my phone here."
— End of Chapter 1109 —