Chapter 1227
Chapter 1227: I Thought of You as a Friend (7)_1
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As for Franklin Cody, he held a whistle in his hand, his face as grim and cold as Yama, the king of hell, his eyes bearing down on them ferociously.
"Flossie Wright!"
"Jessie Grain!"
Sternly scrutinizing the two of them, Franklin Cody suddenly raised his voice and interrogated, "You two, you cooperated yesterday, didn’t you?"
Flossie Wright and Jessie Grain stood straight, motionless, but their expressions all revealed a touch of helplessness.
He knew Franklin Cody would come to pick a bone!
"Reporting!"
Jessie Grain shouted loudly.
"Speak!" Franklin Cody’s gaze swept toward her.
"We just took the same path, and didn’t cooperate at all!"
Jessie Grain argued vehemently.
As if fixated on them, Franklin Cody asked fiercely, "Who can prove it?!"
"Reporting! No one!"
Jessie Grain’s voice grew even firmer, showing no signs of guilt whatsoever.
"I might not believe just your side of the story," Franklin Cody said icily, commanding sharply, "Before the start of the third phase of training, you will first receive punishment."
No matter how unwarranted it seemed, neither Flossie Wright nor Jessie Grain were able to argue against him effectively.
Therefore, before the afternoon training session, they had to swim in the sea for two hours. When they emerged exhausted, Franklin Cody had already been waiting for them at the Shooting Range with a sniper rifle for quite a while.
This phase of training was focused on marksmanship.
It primarily involved combat shooting drills.
This subject matter was wide-ranging, including battle preparation, approaching the target, choosing a position, observing targets, measuring distances, and infiltrating and crossing blockade lines.
Before training, they had to carefully observe the environment and targets using auxiliary tools like binoculars and scopes within a limited amount of time. Additionally, they had to estimate the wind speed and direction in the target area by observing the intensity of heat waves and the movement of branches and leaves to adjust the lead or choose the correct aiming point in the scope.
For Flossie Wright, whose experience was closely related to actual combat, this part of the training proved to be somewhat easier.
Logically, determining wind speed and direction is a problem every sniper — no, everyone who handles a gun — must overcome. But for Flossie Wright, when she was conscious, the environment around her was under her control.
She lived by the gun.
For five years, she seldom practiced, her marksmanship was honed in real battles.
Physical fitness was still her weak point.
In nearly ten months, her physical fitness had improved beyond comparison; what had once distinguished her among recruits could no longer compare to her current level. As she encountered more formidable figures with her rise in rank, she saw more impressive individuals.
Like Jessie Grain.
Like Nancy Phillips, who returned to the squad after three days of rest.
Their physical abilities were beyond the heights that Flossie Wright, despite two months of strenuous training, could reach.
As for Ella Pemberton, due to her family’s opposition, she reluctantly negotiated with Franklin Cody to switch roles, serving as the Deputy Instructor while Cody remained the Instructor.
She promised her family that unless the nation needed her to depart on a mission, she must return home on weekends, with her health being the top priority.
Of course, the Instructor who would play hooky on weekends definitely did not exist.
Painful training, rapid growth.
At the end of August, some came back, others left.
The group that had gone for sea training returned, including veteran soldiers and new recruits like Sandy Cruz, Mariana Buck, Belinda Nichols, Calvin Ramos, and others.
These were the ones who came back.
The one who left was Yvonne Watson from the cooking class.
She had been a sophomore in college and had stumbled into this by chance because of the school’s recruitment. Now her two years of service were up, and it was time for her to return to school.
Flossie Wright had heard about the situation and knew Yvonne Watson was leaving, but she didn’t know the precise time and naturally had no intention of seeing her off.
Unexpectedly, on that day, Yvonne Watson specifically lingered until the afternoon, waiting in the canteen for Flossie Wright to come for lunch.
"Here." Handing over the prepared food, Yvonne Watson wore a broad, cheerful smile.
Flossie Wright took the tray from her.
Just as she was about to leave, Yvonne Watson took a few steps forward and stopped her.
"Is there anything else?" Flossie Wright asked, gazing intently at her.
After a moment’s hesitation, Yvonne Watson seemed to be aware of her tight schedule and bit her lip before saying softly, "I’m leaving today."
"Oh," Flossie Wright responded indifferently, looking at her without the energy to elaborate, and simply replied, "Safe travels."
Yvonne Watson stood there stunned, momentarily unable to find the words to respond.
Safe travels?
Safe travels!
A wave of disappointment washed over her, and as Yvonne Watson stood frozen, she saw Flossie Wright begin to walk away and hastily moved to stop her, "Wait, I have something to tell you."
"Go ahead."
Flossie Wright quickly took over the conversation.
With only ten minutes to eat, she had no time to dawdle with Yvonne Watson.
As for sending her off, she didn’t have the time, and their relationship wasn’t deep. They had been practically strangers before, with only the connection of a few meals shared after leaving the cooking class, certainly not enough for parting words.
"Ah," Yvonne Watson muttered impatiently, her face turning red as she suddenly thrust a piece of paper at Flossie Wright, "This is my contact information, take good care of it, and let’s keep in touch when you’re free. Also, my family sent some specialties, but I’m leaving before finishing them, so I’ve left them with little Cody. You can get them from him whenever you have time."
Her speech was rapid and spewed out hurriedly.
After finishing, her face flushed even more as she quickly turned and ran off.
In an instant, only Flossie Wright remained in place.
Bowing her head slightly, Flossie Wright unfolded the note with one hand and spotted a string of digits — a phone number.
Ugh, a capitalized "THANK YOU" after the number.
Pausing, Flossie Wright smiled faintly and slid the note into her pocket.
Belinda Nichols had already found a spot, looking over in anticipation of joining her for lunch.
Flossie Wright walked over.
But just as she had set her tray down, she heard a loud bang on the neighboring table.
The sound erupted suddenly.
Before taking a seat, Flossie Wright simply stood up straight, and as she turned her head, she saw the mocking smile of Calvin Ramos and the wicked gleam in his eyes.
— End of Chapter 1227 —