Chapter 136
Chapter 136 Conversation 020 Let go of her, I’ll do it (9)
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"Let her go, I’ll be the hostage," Flossie Wright spoke coolly, an icy look in her eyes, emanating an imposing aura.
"Heh heh..." The criminal suddenly halted his maniacal actions, but his expression became even more crazed, as if all sanity had been burned away, leaving only the most deranged aspects of his nature. His wild gaze focused on Flossie Wright, "He died because he volunteered to be the hostage! Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you straightaway?!"
Flossie stared at him calmly, then spoke slowly, "You won’t kill me."
"Where does that confidence come from?" The criminal still clung onto Mia Lawson’s hair, his body shaking slightly from his obvious agitation, seemingly on the brink of exploding.
"Only if you can betray your uniform, betray your beliefs," Flossie took a step forward, her imposing air intensifying, her eyes displaying a tranquil determination.
She excelled at identifying the valuable information in illogical reasoning. Because what you care about when you’re going crazy must be the most important.
In Flossie’s eyes, what the criminal had been saying was a bloody tale. His significant other was also in the forces and had sacrificed their life for a hostage during a rescue mission. The words of provocation he had faced afterward were likely what caused his string of chain reactions.
Sure enough, upon hearing Flossie’s words, moments of doubt flickered in the man’s eyes, hinting at uncertainty, confusion, and fear. But his respite was short-lived, only a moment before it was taken over again by his frenzied insanity.
"Since you’re seeking death..." The criminal paused to size up the room, pointing at a tray of needles and medicine near a window, "but I don’t trust you. You, in front of me, inject that anesthesia."
Normally, in an operating room without a scheduled surgery, no drugs would be kept. However, due to the operation that had been set for the afternoon, basic medications and instruments were prepared and laid out within sight, which served the kidnapper’s purpose exceedingly well.
Flossie frowned slightly. She might be able to grapple with this professionally trained criminal until Rowdy Brightwill shows up, but if she was to immobilize herself, she would be as defenseless as a puppet, perhaps even more helpless than Mia.
Incoherent thoughts were what Flossie had always resisted.
There was a dull thud as the criminal once again slammed Mia’s head into the wall, threateningly glaring at Flossie, "What? Weren’t you self-sacrificing just now? Are you afraid of dying now? Not willing to risk yourself to save the people?!"
"Flossie Wright, you’re inhuman!" Mia, her mind muddled from the repeated blows, screamed at Flossie, tears rushing down her cheeks, smudging her carefully applied makeup. She appeared almost deranged, "You’re a solider, not a coward! Is injecting anesthesia really that hard? Or would you rather stand by while I die in front of you?!"
"I don’t care whether you live or die."
Flossie glanced at her coldly, her gaze sharp and threatening, rendering Mia speechless. Mia, who was used to the kindness of soldiers, was completely unable to comprehend such a "heartless" military figure.
Why... are there soldiers like her?
She didn’t seem frightened and indeed wasn’t worried about Mia’s fate.
She was doing what she had to do, swapping her own life for a hostage’s.
And that hostage... could be anyone.
Mia’s face gradually grew pale, a symptom of absolute terror. She couldn’t trust the criminal would let her go, nor could she trust that this cold-blooded Flossie would actually save her.
As such, when she saw no silver lining, her heart filled with nothing but despair.
"Haha..." The criminal started to laugh wildly, as if he’d seen something amusing. But once he stopped, his gaze hardened again, "Are you willing for her to die? Or are you willing to inject that anesthesia?"
Pause for a few seconds, and upon hearing a small sound in her ear, Flossie hesitated no longer and walked towards the window.
She was familiar with basic medicine. Picking up a vial of anesthesia, Flossie ripped open a syringe package, her movements swift and smooth. It was as if she had done this countless times before and was now acting purely out of habit.
Finally, Flossie inserted a syringe full of medication into her own arm.
Her hand was beautiful, fingers slender, and arm well-shaped. Though her attire was unrelated to her profession, her efficient and streamlined movements made it seem as if she really was part of the profession.
The window was open, permitting a gentle breeze to waft in and making the lightweight curtain softly flutter. The thin curtain allowed light from the outside to seep inside, casting an ethereal glow throughout the room.
The criminal watched her carefully, afraid there would be something abnormal in her actions.
Perhaps it was a natural intuition, but the moment he saw Flossie, he had suspicions about her true abilities. Despite Rowdy Brightwill’s purposefully loud claims that Flossie was a "cook", her composure and courage were definitely not something an ordinary person could possess.
She was a woman who had seen bloodshed.
Even as chaotic as he was, his ingrained combat instincts were hypersensitive.
Meanwhile, the lock on the door was slowly being unlocked.
All the criminal’s attention had turned towards Flossie. All her movements seemed natural and solely aimed at injecting herself with the drug.
Very normal.
But it was this normality that raised the criminal’s suspicions.
Those in the battlefield would never willingly disenchant their state of mind. They avoid such scenarios at all costs because a dazed state not only disables their abilities but also becomes a burden.
He could tell that this was not a foolish woman.
Suddenly, his pupils constricted!
As Flossie was slowly injecting herself, she remained motionless. The point of her syringe was directly aligned with his gaze!
Someone was outside the window!
Upon realizing this, the frenzied criminal didn’t hesitate. The knife in his hand tightened, and without a doubt, he hurled it towards Flossie’s head—
Even if he was to die, he’d bring someone down with him!
— End of Chapter 136 —