Chapter 1149
Chapter 1149: How Good It Would Have Been to Kill You Then (4)_1
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"We’ll consider it," Glenn Hutchinson said gravely,
Suddenly, Iris Dukes’s eyes lit up, "Does that mean there’s a chance for me?"
Glenn Hutchinson answered truthfully.
They needed female soldiers, any with potential.
At the very least, Iris Dukes’s physical fitness scores were completely satisfactory.
In the Frogman Forces, it was difficult to find many who were stronger than her physically.
"By the way," Iris Dukes slightly tilted her head, poking her chin with her finger and blinking her clean eyes, she looked at the hat in Glenn Hutchinson’s hand and said, "I just saw Flossie over by the field."
Glenn Hutchinson raised his eyebrows.
His gaze lingered on her, discerning her cleverness. Then Glenn Hutchinson slightly knitted his brows and turned to walk into the kitchen.
The field was just outside the canteen, and the kitchen to the dining hall was the most direct route.
Behind him, Iris Dukes watched his retreating figure, and after a long while, she clenched her right hand into a fist, cheering herself on.
She had guessed right!
Glenn Hutchinson arrived at the field.
He saw Flossie Wright running around the track at a glance.
On the field, devoid of anyone else training, only her silhouette was visible in the faint moonlight. She was a dark shade, and at the far end of the track, her face and details were indiscernible.
Yet, he recognized her immediately.
That was Flossie Wright.
Glenn Hutchinson had always believed that there were many ways to recognize a person. And once you really became familiar, you would distinctly know all their traits.
Step by step,
Her hair fluttering, she ran towards him from the farthest side.
𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
But her steps were slow as though waiting for a century, still not arriving in front of him.
After standing for a moment, Glenn Hutchinson finally lifted his legs and slowly walked towards the direction Flossie Wright was coming from.
After only a few steps, in a moment of distraction, the figure that was on the track disappeared without a trace.
Quickening his pace, Glenn Hutchinson soon found Flossie Wright.
She was lying on her back in the grassland.
Moonlight, like water, sprinkled down, casting shallow shadows on the grassland.
Flossie Wright was hidden in the grass.
Surrounded by dense grass blades, she lay facing the sky, eyes tightly closed, breathing deeply. Her fair face, under the white light, resembled white porcelain: smooth, with an almost translucent skin color.
That complexion hardly seemed like that of a soldier’s.
Flossie Wright was very beautiful, with a kind of delicate beauty—not coquettish or flamboyant, not cute or stunning, but purely and clearly beautiful. Along with her crisp and straightforward demeanor, she was always particularly conspicuous.
Glenn Hutchinson watched silently for a moment.
Surprisingly, that face seemed to merge seamlessly with a figure from his memory.
A fleeting sense of familiarity.
"Glenn Hutchinson."
A cool voice with a languid tone reached his ears.
Glenn Hutchinson looked down, meeting Flossie Wright’s clear, bright eyes, and in that moment, the sense of familiarity that had just dissipated enveloped his heart once again.
She was smiling.
Her eyes smiled, lightly and faintly, but deep down was an endless coldness.
Hostility, murderous intent, hatred, and—
That touch of helplessness.
Both familiar and unfamiliar.
That bone-chilling coldness, the upward arc of her brows, eerily similar to that figure associated with decisive cruelty and heartless killing.
Yet, the hidden hatred and helplessness were utterly foreign.
— End of Chapter 1149 —