Chapter 1339
Chapter 1339: Escaping the Ambush (2)_1
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Flossie Wright furrowed her brows in thought.
Helpless inside, she wasn’t skilled in making herself suffer either; after casting a glance at Glenn Hutchinson, she lay down on her side.
It was around four o’clock in the morning now.
Having slept for a few hours yesterday afternoon, Flossie was not particularly tired, but after all, her strength was waning, and the cold temperature made her senses dull; thus, no sooner had she lain down than she drifted into a deep sleep.
She didn’t sleep long.
About twenty minutes later, Flossie heard some noises and was abruptly woken from her sleep.
Squinting her eyes, during the darkest time before dawn, Flossie’s ears were more useful than her eyes.
There seemed to be signs of changing weather; only a few stars remained in the sky, the moon exposed half its figure, and a faint light filtered through the night sky, but within the dense foliage of the trees, the light was mostly blocked.
In her limited field of vision, everything was dim, but her ears picked up many sounds.
The noise of packing up, the sound of cleaning guns, the subtle footsteps, and the occasional snap of dry branches being broken.
Guessing that it was about time, Flossie tried to move her body, attempting to get up from the ground, but her hands and feet were tied, making it hard for her to exert any strength.
After struggling for a few seconds, she still lay on her side, without any sign of getting up.
Flossie sighed.
Suddenly, a familiar voice drifted from behind.
Flossie raised her eyebrows.
She had heard movements from behind but hadn’t expected the person to be so close.
In the darkness, she could only hear the steady approach of footsteps. As Flossie’s vision gradually cleared a little, she looked up to see a figure moving around from the back
until it stopped in front of her.
Glenn Hutchinson squat down and checked the hemp ropes that bound her limbs.
No sign of looseness.
"Quite obedient."
Withdrawing his hand and resting it on his knee, Glenn looked down at Flossie.
Flossie looked back at him coldly.
She had slept rather soundly and didn’t know when Glenn had tied her legs, put on her shoes and stockings; she vaguely felt it but didn’t pay much attention.
She could see clearly that she wouldn’t be able to escape under Glenn’s watchful eyes.
Naturally, she didn’t bother exerting the effort.
She still couldn’t figure it out.
Glenn could have disposed of her, without the need to drag her along and waste time and energy, but he chose to keep her around.
After all, in a military exercise, unless one is an officer with status, a soldier like Flossie has no value whatsoever.
The red team wouldn’t go out of their way to save just one sniper.
One could say that Flossie’s presence didn’t count for much of a bargaining chip.
"Remember anything yet?"
Squinting his eyes, Glenn spoke slowly, as if teasing Flossie.
"Depends on your mood."
Flossie answered curtly.
She didn’t want to engage in lengthy conversations with Glenn.
After looking her in the eyes for a moment, Glenn chuckled wryly.
Flossie alone could counter him so succinctly.
Bending over, Glenn reached around her shoulders and grabbed her arm, helping her up from the ground.
"Want to run?" Glenn whispered, his arm around Flossie’s shoulders.
"Yes," Flossie answered decisively.
Shaking his head gently, Glenn took out a military knife, bent down, and cut the hemp rope that tied Flossie’s feet.
— End of Chapter 1339 —