Chapter 1147
Chapter 1147: How Good It Would Have Been to Kill You Then (2)_1
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Same logic.
While Ella Pemberton might be a qualified sniper, she simply doesn’t measure up to Glenn Hutchinson.
So, Glenn Hutchinson could tell her some things that she couldn’t learn from Ella Pemberton.
In fact, Glenn Hutchinson really did teach her a lot.
They discussed everything from tactical and ballistics theory to ammunition technology and equipment, from practical application in combat to what kind of gear to use in different situations.
Flossie Wright wasn’t completely clueless, but as they talked, she learned a lot from Glenn Hutchinson.
Before they knew it, it was eight o’clock.
The sky had completely darkened.
Flossie Wright felt a bit dizzy.
Realizing late, Flossie Wright noticed something was off and couldn’t help frowning as she asked Glenn, "What liquor did you put in?"
Seeing her flushed face, Glenn finally caught on and honestly answered, "Sorghum liquor."
Sorghum liquor...
Wow, that’s generous!
Frowning, Flossie Wright raised her hand to rub her temples and after a long while, she weakly asked, "How strong?"
"65 degrees," Glenn’s eyelids twitched.
"How much did you put in?"
"Half a bottle."
Flossie Wright’s face instantly turned dark.
Standing up, she suddenly realized that she felt heavy-headed and light-footed, almost unstable.
The aftereffects were really strong!
𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Supporting herself on the stone table with one hand, Flossie Wright steadied herself, feeling her head spin, and she said irritably, "How did Sergeant Lin not kill you!"
He had absolutely no idea.
Glenn Hutchinson silently added for her in his mind.
The sorghum liquor was from Sergeant Lin, Glenn had just casually poured it in, nearly the same as he would when adding alcohol to cooking, until he later heard from someone that it was 65 degrees strong.
Then, he decided to give Flossie Wright a heads-up beforehand.
He hadn’t expected—
Flossie Wright’s alcohol tolerance was really poor.
"I’ll walk with you," Glenn said as he stood up and took two steps towards Flossie Wright, extending his hand to help her arm.
As the alcohol intensefied, Flossie Wright frowned deeply, attempting to shake off his hand, but she couldn’t muster any strength.
With patience, Glenn asked, "Then where do you want to go?"
"The drill field," Flossie Wright said, rubbing her temples.
Watching Flossie Wright carefully, Glenn caught sight of her composed face; if not for the blush on her cheeks, he really couldn’t tell whether she was drunk or not. After a pause, he asked with certainty, "The drill field?"
"What for?"
"Routine run."
Now, Glenn was truly certain that Flossie Wright was drunk.
It was kind of amusing.
"I’ll take you there," Glenn said confidently as he steadied her.
"Hold on," Flossie Wright stopped him after just one step, grabbing his arm deliberately and saying, "The hat."
"What hat?" Glenn raised an eyebrow.
"The military cap."
"For what?"
Without a direct answer, Flossie Wright squinted her eyes and then said, "It’s in the kitchen, help me look for it."
After assessing her for a moment, Glenn thought it over and then let go of her, heading towards the kitchen.
No sooner had he let go of her than Flossie Wright staggered back a few steps, leaning half against the stone table, both hands bracing on the surface, her head bowed slightly, with her short hair falling forward, concealing most of her face.
— End of Chapter 1147 —