Chapter 1289
Chapter 1289: Acting Alone (4)_1
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Even hiding here, they appeared very alert.
Ten individuals, all with strong builds and formidable combat prowess.
They were chatting away, speaking the Solama language—incomprehensible chatter, mostly beyond understanding.
As nearly everyone got into position, Ella Pemberton’s voice came through the public channel in the earpiece—
"Can anyone understand what they’re saying?"
Ten seconds passed with no one making a sound.
Clearly, they had not anticipated this; no one had gone out of their way to learn such an obscure and limited-use language.
Just as they were about to give up, a detached inquiry floated through the public channel, "What language?"
Flossie Wright’s tone was always distinctive, so that even those not familiar with her could recognize her voice at this moment.
"Somara," Sandy Cruz replied.
Sandy Cruz was a scholarly type who knew something about Borderland Country languages, but with niche languages like this, he was far from fluent, barely grasping bits and pieces, unable to translate even a general meaning.
After a pause, Flossie’s voice dropped lower, "Repeat it."
Again, silence for a few seconds.
The other party was speaking too fast. If one hadn’t even learned the basics, it might be impossible to replicate their speech accurately, leaving the others incapable of undertaking this task.
In resignation, Sandy Cruz glanced ahead and listened carefully to the pirates’ conversation, then repeated their dialogue in a lower voice.
"Will they come or not... The Navy from Eastlandia is too cunning. They must have a backup plan... As long as they dare to come, I’ll wipe them out... How are the negotiations with Patrick Graham going? We should check on the situation first—I don’t think it’s going to be that easy..."
After Sandy Cruz repeated the pirates’ words, Flossie translated fluently, even managing to capture the Eastlandian linguistic nuances, impressing everyone with her language skills.
For a moment, only Sandy Cruz and Flossie’s voices filled the channel.
As for the other frogmen listening through their earpieces, they couldn’t hide their admiration.
They had thought Flossie was just a sniper and were amazed to discover she was also proficient in this language.
As for Becca Reyes, who was simply listening, she felt the gap between her and Flossie widen yet again.
Flossie Wright—
On the battlefield, what is it that you can’t do?!
Flossie continued the translation for a while before suddenly falling silent, then calmly spoke up, "Have the pirates made their move yet?"
"Almost there," Ella Pemberton quickly responded.
Their arrival on the island, their maneuvers on it—both had taken up considerable time. By now, Franklin Cody’s team should have made their move.
"Don’t let them successfully make contact," Flossie said coldly, each word resonating in their minds with persuasive force, "We can begin the battle."
𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
We can begin the battle.
If they failed to make contact on this side, or if contact was made, they would realize something was wrong and might act against the hostages.
Especially since—
They had been on alert from the beginning.
"Captain..."
Inside the channel, a female soldier called out tentatively, clearly also leaning toward Flossie’s decision.
The best course of action would be quick and decisive!
Without hesitation, Ella Pemberton gave a decisive command.
No sooner had her voice faded than Jessie Grain, already concealed, focused through the scope on the pirate about to make contact with the captain.
Her index finger pressed sharply, pulling the trigger.
— End of Chapter 1289 —