Chapter 1392
Chapter 1392: Asking About Your Eighteen Generations of Ancestors (4)_1
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Flossie Wright had never attended an interview before her special exemption by Glenn Hutchinson had been widely gossiped about at the Base.
With Willie Ash’s occasional "gossip," basically, everyone familiar with Flossie Wright began to suspect her relationship with Glenn Hutchinson.
Now, she was down there, who knows how much hardship she had endured, and the indifferent Glenn Hutchinson didn’t even glance at her, which was obviously too much.
Thinking this, Joshua Bailey directly asked, but the next moment, he saw Glenn Hutchinson’s gaze turn cold as he stared at him with a mocking smile.
Joshua Bailey’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately turned around.
That was enough.
It was better not to mention unnecessary matters.
Getting to the task at hand was the right thing to do.
Opening the door of the helicopter, the cold wind streamed in with the snowflakes howling, transforming the previously comfortable temperature into biting ice, as if the temperature had dropped by more than ten degrees in an instant.
As for Glenn Hutchinson, he remained motionless, browsing the data report in his hands.
Turning the speaker volume up to the maximum, Joshua Bailey stood at the door, looking down at the situation atop the mountain.
"What are you all doing standing here, preparing to drink the northwestern wind?"
Joshua Bailey yelled loudly, his voice harsh and fierce.
Amid the roaring wind, Joshua Bailey’s words reached the mountaintop clearly.
All of them heard it loud and clear.
At the same time, they were all stunned.
These people had no orders, if not standing here, where else could they stand?
Leaning against the door, Joshua Bailey glanced at his military watch, then twisted his wrist slightly, casually waiting a while.
Only after there was some commotion below did Joshua Bailey put away his nonchalant demeanor, picking up the speaker to continue shouting downward—
"That’s right, sorry, the pilot coming to get you forgot to mention." He paused briefly, and as those below got a bad feeling, he yelled again, "You must arrive at the Base before nightfall today."
Joshua Bailey said it lightly, brushing over the matter of them being kept waiting here, but the subsequent sentence was an indisputable command.
This really stunned them significantly.
Forgot to mention?
How could he forget to mention something like this?
Isn’t this just asking for a beating?!
What’s worse is, after waiting for so long, not only did he not offer any reassurance, but he also suddenly dropped such a mission on them?
It’s like being screwed over by a dog!
If it were possible, those who had been on the mountaintop for hours, filled with pent-up anger, really wanted to rush up and throw this deserving-of-a-beating guy down.
If they didn’t beat him half to death, they would be embarrassed to call themselves soldiers!
Atop the mountain, a barrage of curses flew.
Somewhat faintly, they seemed to reach Joshua Bailey’s ears.
Being cursed like that was really quite unpleasant.
Joshua Bailey fiddled with his ear, moved away from the speaker, and shouted inside, "Come on, lower it a bit more, so we can’t ’properly communicate’ with them."
No sooner had he spoken.
The pilot gave him a helpless look but didn’t object, maneuvering the helicopter as instructed.
One tilt, one stop.
They descended another four to five meters.
Glancing at the altitude, Joshua Bailey narrowed his eyes, satisfied.
Then, turning his head to look at the clamoring crowd below, Joshua Bailey switched back to a stern and severe expression.
"A kind reminder, with the weather here, it’ll be dark in another hour," Joshua Bailey’s brows furrowed tightly, coldly watching the group, then continued, "Those who don’t want to walk, fine, just say you give up, go back the way you came, don’t waste our time!"
— End of Chapter 1392 —