Chapter 1518
Chapter 1518: Giving Up (2)_1
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Meanwhile—
Devina Millet burst out from her hiding spot and killed another unsuspecting veteran soldier with a single strike!
In just a few seconds, the fight ended unexpectedly.
Flossie Wright stood up from her hiding place.
"Where did you come from?!"
Another veteran soldier was taken out unexpectedly and roared angrily, full of indignation at the sudden death.
"Just bad luck for you."
Putting away her combat knife, Devina Millet raised her eyebrows at him before getting up off the ground.
The veteran soldier cursed under his breath.
At this time, the veteran soldier who had been shot dead by Flossie Wright also came to his senses, glaring at Flossie Wright with anger.
Flossie Wright simply ignored him.
Since he was a "dead man," there was no need to talk to them.
"Still cursing?"
Picking up the hat that had fallen off during the attack, Devina Millet glared at the veteran soldier who was still swearing incessantly.
The veteran soldier huffed, his attitude very defiant.
Flossie Wright took a moment to notice his shoulder insignia.
It wasn’t the insignia of Aaron Doom’s unit.
It seemed—
Aaron Doom had enlisted the help of allies?
The thought flashed through Flossie Wright’s mind, but she didn’t pay much attention to it.
Devina Millet spent some time and managed to "rob" a good number of compressed biscuits from the two veteran soldiers.
Meanwhile, during this gap, the male soldier who had previously fled in a panic seemed to have noticed something was amiss.
He ran back.
Seeing the two female soldiers who had appeared out of nowhere, he was clearly surprised, his eyes and brows revealing his bewilderment.
"You..." Approaching, the male soldier looked around and finally came to Flossie Wright standing to the side, saying with a smile, "Thank you."
"Don’t mention it," Flossie Wright replied nonchalantly, "I didn’t intend to help you."
Consequently, the smile on the male soldier’s face stiffened for a moment.
She really wasn’t good with words.
After a pause, the male soldier regained his amiable demeanor and introduced himself to Flossie Wright, "My name is Vincent Field."
The previously indifferent Flossie Wright, after a brief hesitation, eventually turned her head to look at the male soldier who had luckily escaped.
He was quite handsome, probably around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a refined appearance, but he had the air of a scholar rather than the passionate resoluteness typical of a soldier.
He did seem rather pleasing to the eye.
"There is one more gun left."
Igoring his attempt at conversation, Flossie Wright pointed to a gun that had fallen onto the ground.
Two veteran soldiers, two rifles.
Devina Millet had taken one, and there was still one remaining.
Even if she didn’t take it, it would be a waste.
Flossie Wright didn’t mind giving the cadet a bargain.
"Thank you."
Vincent Field nodded at Flossie Wright.
While he picked up the rifle and Devina Millet was chatting, Flossie Wright, who had just been standing there, vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Within the dense jungle, not a single figure could be seen.
The rain was pattering down, slowly growing heavier.
"Where is she?"
Two minutes later, realizing Flossie Wright’s absence, Devina Millet frowned and asked Vincent Field.
Vincent Field glanced around, unable to hide his surprise, and finally shook his head, "I didn’t notice."
That Flossie Wright—
Wasn’t she with her all along?
Why did she leave without notice?
Vincent Field had no recollection of Devina Millet, but he did remember Flossie Wright.
Her infuriatingly clever move during the shooting competition with Cassie Ferguson was not something one could easily forget.
— End of Chapter 1518 —