Chapter 1517
Chapter 1517: Giving Up (1)_1
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"Bang, bang, bang—"
The powerful gunshots pierced through the pattering rain.
Clear to the ear.
Devina Millet had a moment of distraction, but the doubts hidden in her heart quickly unraveled.
Her gaze swiftly swept towards Flossie Wright in front.
She caught a glimpse of the rifle in her hand.
It seemed that Flossie Wright had already engaged with the opponent.
She had doubted that this was not just a simple field survival training, and it turned out just as she had thought.
"Shall we go check it out?"
Moving forward a few steps at a faster pace, Devina Millet asked Flossie Wright.
By this time, the gunshots had ceased.
Flossie Wright walked at a leisurely pace, not even turning her head.
The sound came from a kilometer away, not arranged along the road they were walking on, and she had no interest in gratuitously "annihilating" ambushes.
It was just preparing a dowry for others.
"Why not?" Devina Millet frowned, voicing her puzzlement, "What if we could find companions?"
"You can go."
Without slowing down, Flossie Wright replied indifferently.
Devina Millet shrugged her shoulders.
As soon as she left, Flossie Wright would surely be gone without a trace.
Thus, Devina Millet cast her doubts aside and obediently followed behind Flossie Wright.
Neither of them expected the gunshots to grow increasingly closer.
They were heading straight in their direction!
"Take cover!"
Realizing something was amiss, Flossie Wright instructed Devina Millet in a low voice.
Without hesitation, the two of them split up and dashed into the bushes beside them.
They were well-trained and could almost intuitively find the best hiding spots without needing to survey the terrain.
In no time, both of them were concealed.
Meanwhile, the sound of heavy footsteps drew closer.
The first to arrive was a male soldier, quite familiar—a student, no doubt.
Following him were two veteran soldiers with weeds tied on their heads, both holding rifles and occasionally firing one or two shots at the man.
However, the male soldier zigzagged in his escape, leaving no chance for the rifles to aim properly, and with the surrounding terrain providing cover, the two men chasing one did not have much of an advantage.
Flossie Wright, originally not wanting to interfere, still raised her rifle after assessing the situation.
If the male soldier continued to approach, then—
Both she and Devina Millet would be discovered.
What happened to Devina Millet didn’t concern her, but anyone who impeded her certainly needed to be taken care of.
Flossie Wright aimed from the shadows.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The male soldier, panicked, ran alongside the road they were going to take.
The two veteran soldiers followed closely behind.
Flossie Wright closed her right eye and aimed with the other at the person moving slightly behind.
Waiting until the target entered her optimal firing range.
She pulled the trigger decisively.
An abrupt gunshot resonated, and at the same time, a thick smoke billowed up not far ahead.
It was the sign of "death."
"Hey, you shot the wrong one—"
From within the thick smoke, a figure suddenly emerged; his helmet still spewing smoke, but he charged towards Flossie Wright with a furious momentum.
However, after taking two steps and clearly seeing Flossie Wright holding the rifle, all his words came to an abrupt halt.
Well okay, it wasn’t a mistake after all.
Yet, this unexpected event caused the man to freeze in place.
— End of Chapter 1517 —