Chapter 1731
Chapter 1731: Professional PK, Unprofessional (3)
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Talking about this, there was no doubt it was hinting at the current situation, and the person’s voice gradually fell silent again.
"What about Erina Taylor’s lover?" the Castrator suddenly raised an eyebrow, a slightly strange look on his face.
"Which lover?" The question was strange.
It was rumored that Erina Taylor, the leader of Saughter, had a vast network of contacts, countless associates, many willing to risk their lives for her, so who knew who she might have an improper relationship with?
"That bastard," the Castrator thought for a moment, then frowned tightly, "When Erina Taylor was evacuating, someone came to help her, seems like the leader of this DARK."
"You mean that demon, Sliver?"
"Seems like that name!"
"Their dire situation isn’t much better than ours," the person shook his head and continued, "I’ve indeed heard of Sliver, but I’m not clear about it. It seems they helped Saughter’s Nail to stand up and led people into the ambush set by Andrew, rescued Nail, and seemed to have gotten injured. Once the leader of DARK falls, who knows how many people they’ve oppressed will be watching. If they really die just like that, it would be great."
"Serves them right! Loyalty means nothing, being obsessed with a dead woman and losing one’s life, such a waste of a good identity."
Flossie Wright’s face darkened slightly.
Gripping the Dagger tightly, unconsciously, the Dagger left long marks on the tree beside her.
However, she restrained herself from taking action.
Standing quietly by the side, Flossie continued to listen for a while.
The Castrator, even at this critical juncture, didn’t forget to gloat about the affairs of Saughter and DARK, while also extending "kind" greetings to the deceased Erina Taylor and the injured Perry Reed, with curses and insults laced in a particularly distasteful way.
The eavesdropping Flossie Wright’s face got increasingly darker, with anger simmering between her brows.
That mouth really dared to say anything!
She restrained herself and waited, Flossie waited for them to move past the topic, and three to four minutes passed.
"By the way, why hasn’t Kennedy returned yet?"
The Castrator, after cursing, suddenly thought of their own leader.
Flossie Wright touched her nose.
"Just went for a dump, it’s been about ten minutes," said the person who was putting meat on the campfire, with a rather grave expression.
"I’ll go look for him."
The Castrator stuffed the last piece of meat in his mouth, then stood up from the ground, mumbling indistinctly.
"No need, he might be constipated," the other waved a hand, reminding the Castrator.
"But what if..."
"There’s no what-if, if the Eastern soldiers really wanted to capture someone, they would have surrounded us in helicopters long ago, it’s too open a place to approach stealthily."
"Isn’t there infrared detection? After they discover us, sneaking closer quietly isn’t impossible either."
"Don’t worry, such a large team approaching, there’s no way we won’t notice."
After a few exchanges, the Castrator was thoroughly convinced.
Flossie Wright, hiding behind a tree, continued to listen for a while, and after confirming they weren’t going to search for someone or leaving traces of a setup, she adjusted her hat and silently left again.
If it were Erina Taylor before, she might have been easily discovered and would have to clash head-on with them.
But now, Flossie Wright and Erina Taylor were different; in the realm of "sneaky activities," through professional and systematic training, her skills in concealment and stealth had reached a professional level.
— End of Chapter 1731 —