Chapter 1391
Chapter 1391: Asking About Your Eighteen Generations of Ancestors (3)_1
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In her memory, Sandy Cruz moved faster than all of them, having dashed far ahead of the rest, but now, he was leaning casually against a tree, with his hands in his pockets, observing the people around him nonchalantly.
After a moment of thought, Becca Reyes hesitantly spoke up, "This, this doesn’t seem right."
That was Sandy Cruz, after all.
Becca Reyes had not interacted much with him, and Sandy Cruz always seemed larger than life. If it had been Flossie Wright’s own doing, getting them from Sandy Cruz wouldn’t have been a problem.
Unfortunately, the leather gloves had ended up in her hands.
"He’s not cold," Flossie Wright replied casually.
It was just a pair of gloves. Sandy Cruz’s physical condition was arguably much better than Becca Reyes’s; being without a pair of gloves wouldn’t kill him.
As for Becca Reyes—
Flossie Wright actually felt that she might freeze to death at any moment.
Becca Reyes looked at him with suspicion.
With the temperature below minus ten degrees, and Sandy Cruz dressed like the rest of them, how could he possibly not be cold?
However, Flossie Wright clearly couldn’t be bothered to come up with a reason, simply ignoring her and walking over to Belinda Nichols.
Becca Reyes was utterly dumbfounded.
Yet, after some thought and under Stuart Weston’s coaxing, she eventually put on the gloves.
After all, her life was at stake.
The weather on the mountaintop grew colder.
And in this place, even upon reaching the summit, there was only the rolling mist of the mountains.
Desolate and uninhabited.
They had no choice but to find every possible way to keep themselves alive in such severe cold, jumping or running; the whole summit was bustling with activity.
Flossie Wright was also moving her body to keep warm.
People kept arriving.
In addition to the Navy personnel that came with Flossie Wright and her group, there were other scattered teams arriving as well.
By around four in the afternoon, nearly two hundred people had gathered.
And, all of them were ignorant of the situation they faced.
On the helicopter, they had been full of hopes for their future life, but as soon as they disembarked, they felt as though the entire world had turned into a cold, white expanse.
The feeling of despair was indescribable.
"Why hasn’t anyone come yet?"
"Damn it, do they want to freeze us to death?"
"Cold resistance training shouldn’t be like this, right?"
"Been on the road for a whole day, and not only there’s no hot water on arrival, but we’re also subjected to cold, hunger, and freezing our asses off, damn it!"
Gradually, the complaints grew louder, and eventually, almost half of the people were yelling at the top of their lungs, cursing skyward.
It was unclear whether it was their cursing that had an effect or the other side had had enough of toying with them, but amidst the heavy snowfall in the sky, suddenly a "roar" announced the arrival of a helicopter.
It was one of those small ones.
In the silent Valley, the sound of modern machinery clashed with the cursing, and slowly, the angry voices fell silent.
Before long, the helicopter hovered above the mountaintop, circling in the murky sky.
At that moment, everyone looked up to gaze at the peculiar helicopter.
Inside the helicopter.
Glenn Hutchinson sat languidly, the usual sternness on his face replaced with a touch of indolence and casualness.
His legs crossed, a report sat on his lap while he perused it rapidly, not even deigning to glance down at the scene below.
Joshua Bailey, holding a megaphone, watched Glenn Hutchinson with a smile.
Glenn Hutchinson raised his eyes slightly, his gaze falling obliquely on him, "Want to switch places?"
"How could I!" Joshua Bailey immediately objected, then looked at him with suspicion, and ventured, "Aren’t you going to take a look, though?"
— End of Chapter 1391 —