Chapter 1379
Chapter 1379 Absolute Loyalty Part 1 (3)_1
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Commanding attention was Flossie Wright’s forte.
She had always tried to avoid standing out too much, but some people, some radiance, simply couldn’t be hidden.
Originally, Flossie Wright should have been this ostentatious, this adept at drawing others’ eyes.
A song ended.
Flossie Wright handed the guitar back to the original owner and then pulled Becca Reyes, who had been instigating the most, out to take her place.
After all, Becca Reyes was talented and versatile, the best at handling such situations.
"Let’s go."
Having given her orders, Flossie Wright once again approached Glenn Hutchinson.
Glenn Hutchinson agreed.
It was getting a bit loud here.
Consequently, the two stepped out of the crowd and left the lively and noisy scene.
"Satisfied?" Flossie Wright asked, turning her head as she dusted off her hands.
Halting his steps, Glenn turned his body to face the nonchalant Flossie Wright and affirmed, "Quite satisfied."
Flossie Wright stretched out her hand to him unceremoniously.
After all, she did all these things for the gun.
"Gave it to your friend."
Glenn Hutchinson spoke indifferently, giving Flossie Wright an unexpected answer.
"..." Falling silent for a moment, Flossie Wright asked suspiciously, "Who?"
"Seems her last name is ’Bing’." Glenn Hutchinson pondered.
He had a good memory, but since he hadn’t paid enough attention to remember it, it was hard to recall right away.
"Belinda Nichols?" Flossie Wright raised her eyebrows.
"Should be," Glenn Hutchinson nodded.
"...Goodbye."
Flossie Wright turned around and left without bothering with her anymore.
Watching her quickly retreating figure and guessing Flossie Wright’s current expression, Glenn Hutchinson’s eyes revealed a hint of a smile.
Indeed, it was rather amusing.
Surveying the training field, Flossie Wright caught sight of Belinda Nichols, who had stayed put and not joined the hustle, and rubbed her forehead in resignation.
Approaching Belinda Nichols.
"Is my gun with you?"
Sitting down cross-legged next to Belinda Nichols, Flossie Wright inquired.
"Mhm," Belinda Nichols answered calmly, followed by, "Left it on your desk."
Flossie Wright felt a headache coming on.
If she asked Belinda Nichols, the outcome was obvious—she felt there was no need to mention it.
She hadn’t lost anything, singing a couple of songs was just for fun, so she was actually in a good mood.
Belinda Nichols offered a freshly grilled plate of skewered meat to Flossie Wright’s side.
Flossie Wright accepted it.
So the two sat around the barbecue grill, with Belinda Nichols responsible for cooking the meat and Flossie Wright for eating it, as the sound of singing occasionally reached their ears.
The atmosphere that night was relaxed and pleasant.
After the exercises, three days of rest.
Glenn Hutchinson’s team left the next day, but apparently, several with higher military ranks than him parachuted into the whole fleet.
They were selecting outstanding prospects.
The Frogman Forces were visited for half a day, and almost all of the SEALs were called to "interview."
Even the women soldiers who were usually just passing by were not exempted.
Except for Flossie Wright.
This pre-selected individual casually spent half a day at the Shooting Range.
By that afternoon, the news had been passed down.
In the Frogman Forces, a total of eleven people were selected.
Aside from Flossie Wright, the list included Belinda Nichols, Jessie Grain, Mariana Buck, Becca Reyes, Stuart Weston, Sandy Cruz, and four other formidable soldiers.
The moment Bard Walker learned of the list in the Office, he clenched his fists, wishing he could immediately blast someone like Glenn Hutchinson out of there.
— End of Chapter 1379 —