Chapter 1489
Chapter 1489 If You Really Want To, Just Stab It In (3)_1
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Glenn Hutchinson’s deeply furrowed brow finally began to relax.
He hoped that this time, Flossie Wright wouldn’t cause any major trouble during the assessment.
Far off in the distance, the cry of an eagle rose; a golden eagle soared and circled overhead, exactly where Flossie had landed.
Glenn Hutchinson didn’t pay much attention to it.
In the jungle.
Flossie perched atop a tree, gathered all of the parachute, and bound it with a rope from the parachute’s material.
Once she meticulously finished, she nimbly leaped down from the tree.
The trees here were not too tall and fell within her range of comfortable activity.
Upon hearing the unusual cries of the eagle, Flossie’s brow twitched slightly, sensing something faintly but upon deeper thought could not draw any conclusions.
So she let it be.
Carrying the bundle of parachute, Flossie reviewed the routes on the map with the help of the dim light around her.
Having discerned her bearings, she continued on her way.
Regrettably, the weather was not on her side.
The light rain that had started turned into a downpour half an hour later.
In such cold weather, the rain was far more deadly than snow, with the cold water soaking through her clothes bit by bit.
It was extremely cold indeed.
The parachute material was waterproof; Flossie had considered using it to shield herself from the rain, but it would greatly reduce her mobility. Before she even tried, she had already dismissed the idea.
The sky gradually brightened.
But due to the continuous rain, it remained overcast, with seven in the morning looking no different from ten.
After walking for eight continuous hours.
When Flossie distinctly felt her energy waning, she looked around and successfully found a cave to rest in temporarily.
The eagle’s cry had followed her all the way.
Standing before the cave, Flossie tossed the bundle of parachutes inside.
Then, she turned around to face the sky.
With curved fingers brought to her lips, Flossie let out a clear whistle.
The next moment, the figure with in-flight wings appeared in the dark sky, circling a few times before swooping directly toward Flossie.
Flossie raised her arm.
The god in the air whipped up gusts of cool air that beat against Flossie Wright’s shoulder.
Claws tightly gripped her clothes.
Then, with another turn, the god obediently came to a stop face-to-face with her.
It then moved its head around, golden eyes unblinking as they stared at Flossie, looking rather restless.
Flossie was somewhat irritated.
"Where’s the guy you brought with you?" she asked, stroking the god’s feathers soothingly.
God had arrived—
So where was Perry Reed?
She didn’t tell Perry Reed that she was coming to Aaron Doom and hadn’t called him for two months. Right now, Flossie truly didn’t want to see him.
But if someone were watching her from the shadows, that would be even less welcome.
As if understanding, God cried out softly and spread its wings, flying a couple of circuits over Flossie’s head before heading southwest.
Flossie looked thoughtful.
Before long, God flew back and perched steadily on Flossie’s shoulder.
"Go play on your own," Flossie said, looking sideways at the god clinging to her. She slightly lifted her arm to indicate that it could leave now.
Having not seen her for a long time, God received her instruction and didn’t even want to take one glance at her.
— End of Chapter 1489 —