Chapter 1393
Chapter 1393: Asking About Your Eighteen Generations of Ancestors (5)_1
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The sound of the helicopter’s propellers was loud, but Joshua Bailey’s voice, amplified by the loudspeaker, also clearly reached everyone’s ears.
"Choosing to come here means you must listen to them!"
"Those who don’t want to listen, leave!"
Suddenly realizing this, the previously shouting soldiers instantly fell silent.
When under someone’s roof, you have to bow your head.
They were hand-picked elite soldiers, with strong psychological resilience. Even though the situation was not as they had anticipated, since they had come here, they certainly couldn’t be sent away on the first day!
"Where is the Base?"
It was as if they agreed to the plan, and soon someone shouted at Joshua Bailey.
He didn’t have to shout, but as he did, the helicopter began to ascend.
Before leaving, Joshua Bailey coolly dropped three words—
"Find it yourself."
Find it yourself.
Before the crowd could comprehend what had happened, they saw Joshua Bailey’s figure disappearing into the sky with the helicopter.
The gale brought by the helicopter gradually subsided.
Looking at the departing helicopter, some present were completely dumbfounded.
What’s with this succession of ordeals? What are they playing at?
They dropped them in the deep mountains and dense forests, deliberately left some traces, and led them to the mountaintop.
After freezing for several hours, not a single sincere apology was offered, but instead, they were directly told to find the so-called Base.
With no direction given, how were they supposed to find it?!
How to find it?!
And with the vast expanse of white snow, it was very likely they could get lost, right?!
It was infuriating!
"Damn it, they must be playing with us, right?"
"Probably afraid to be called out, that’s why they took the helicopter, huh?"
"Honestly, I really wanna smack him!"
"Fuck, is there no reason left?! We’ve been freezing all day!"
A group of people with no outlet for their frustration, even cursing Joshua Bailey’s ancestors for eighteen generations, couldn’t vent their anger.
𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
They were so furious they could feel their blood boiling.
Oddly enough, their hands and feet, which had previously lost all sensation due to the cold, began to feel slightly warm.
Purely fueled by anger.
"Flossie, shall we go?"
Hopping over to Flossie Wright’s side, Becca Reyes was trembling so hard her teeth chattered.
Flossie Wright nodded.
If they didn’t leave, were they supposed to wait here to die?
"Which direction?" Becca Reyes asked, hugging her arms and shivering in front of Flossie Wright.
Stuart Weston followed closely behind her, but was completely helpless about her condition.
He couldn’t hold her, wasn’t allowed to give her any clothes, he could only stand by and watch.
"Where did they go from?" Rowdy Brightwill came over, brushing the accumulated snowflakes off his shoulder.
"Southeast."
After a moment of thought, Becca Reyes said.
Determining the direction, she had no problem.
"Then it’s southeast," Rowdy Brightwill said decisively.
"Huh?" Becca Reyes looked up in surprise.
"Hint." Flossie Wright glanced at her, explaining.
The mountainous area here was mostly covered in white snow, making it difficult to determine directions, and now they were expected to roam cluelessly...
It was practically impossible.
Even if they wanted to test people, they wouldn’t just act recklessly.
It was getting dark, and flying a helicopter in a snowstorm was difficult; they must have flown back.
Becca Reyes blinked, and when she looked towards Belinda Nichols and Iris Dukes approaching, it seemed she had already accepted Flossie Wright’s explanation.
A slight twitch of her mouth, and Becca Reyes suddenly felt that she was being foolish.
Slapping her forehead, Becca Reyes said despondently, "Well, let’s go."
Let’s go.
They’d better go quickly.
Otherwise, they would completely freeze into ice blocks.
While the six of them made the decision, clearly others had the same idea and had already started towards the southeast.
Amongst the first group, there were Jessie Grain and Mariana Buck, as well as Sandy Cruz, and even—
That Cassie Ferguson.
The six of them were unhurried, keeping up with the pace of the second group.
The group behind seemed to have noticed that all of them were walking this way, or perhaps they had a delayed reaction; they finally stopped their complaints and curses and followed their steps.
From the mountain top, they came to the rugged mountainous woods with no road in sight.
They had not encountered any flat roads here.
Ascending was difficult, descending was treacherous, and they weren’t wearing hiking boots—a careless move could easily result in a slip, especially since the surroundings were full of bushes and shrubs. Bumping into them could really hurt.
For someone with the physique of Becca Reyes, walking on such paths felt like dying over and over again.
Half an hour later, they actually began to sweat.
Becca Reyes didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.
Desire to cry but no tears came, and to laugh would be absurd.
Before it completely darkened, a large group of people, after an unknown length of time walking in the mountains, finally arrived at their destination.
They saw the gray-white walls and a large gate in the middle, flanked by soldiers standing guard.
Outside this gate, Joshua Bailey had already been waiting with a loudspeaker.
A bunch of disheveled and exhausted individuals stumbled over, clearly tired to the point of half-death, but when they arrived in front of Joshua Bailey, they quickly and orderly assembled.
Men and women separated, from tall to short, in order.
In less than a minute, they had already lined up neatly.
Even someone as unstable as Becca Reyes stood up straight and in proper form once she joined the ranks.
They were elite soldiers.
Those who could be called elites not only had to meet physical standards but also military ones!
The posture during assembly was ingrained in their bones.
Seeing this scene, Joshua Bailey’s expression finally eased a bit.
"Congratulations," he raised the loudspeaker and cruelly announced, "you’re two minutes short of the time I stipulated for nightfall. Of course, considering it’s your first arrival, the price you have to pay is small."
The crowd suddenly had a bad premonition.
"Nothing much, just that there’s no dinner," Joshua Bailey said with ease.
— End of Chapter 1393 —