Chapter 1788
Chapter 1788: Escaping from Glenn Hutchinson’s Palm (4)
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Glenn Hutchinson is no fool.
Nor is he someone who can be dealt with using crude methods.
Eight women, and with just a glance, he can intimidate them. It’s not impossible for him to rush out and jot down their license plate numbers.
This man can only be overestimated, never underestimated.
If Flossie Wright can do it, he can basically do it too.
According to his way of doing things, he would never rashly follow them. Instead, he would notify the traffic police department straight away, pulling surveillance from nearby streets to track them down.
This is also why Flossie doesn’t like big cities, due to this constant recording feature.
Once Glenn Hutchinson finds out their destination, it would be no small trouble.
"I trust you."
To be safe, Adelaide said this.
Due to switching cars on the way and taking a slight detour, they were delayed, so when Flossie and Adelaide arrived at the destination, the target had already gotten there first.
The two grabbed their weapons, assembled them, then found a hiding spot to set up an ambush, preparing to part ways.
"Set up a bug on the way."
Gripping the gun, Adelaide casually tossed an earpiece to Flossie, saying it as if it were nothing.
Catching the earpiece, Flossie squinted.
On the way?
On purpose?
"Good luck."
Standing up, Adelaide casually spoke to Flossie.
Flossie responded in kind.
Adelaide smiled, holding her weapon as she left.
Adjusting her gun, Flossie didn’t even glance at her, letting Adelaide disappear from sight.
When cooperation is needed, if there’s no compelling reason to doubt, Flossie usually chooses to trust the other party.
Of course, even trusting does not stop her from planning an escape route.
Before Adelaide walked away, she couldn’t help but glance at Flossie a few times, seeing no familiar traces in that almost textbook-standard prone position.
Withdrawing her gaze, Adelaide quietly exhaled, then left quickly.
Flossie prepared to aim.
Here in this barren wilderness, the terrain is quite flat, with many hidden spots around, but finding this place is incredibly difficult due to the complicated surroundings.
And in this hidden jungle lies merely an abandoned warehouse.
A very inconspicuous place, no one would suspect anything here.
This is the hidden location for the weapons.
As the leader, not trusting anyone else, he was here to check things out before the deal.
Of course, according to the intel Adelaide provided on the way, this batch of weapons was supposed to be traded in two weeks, but it was moved to tomorrow, likely to deceive certain uncertain spies.
It’s quite normal.
Under such severe crackdowns, they need all kinds of precautions, unlike some other countries where no one would care.
Flossie’s target this time is undoubtedly the leader.
Since she didn’t encounter him upon arrival, it remains feasible to get him when he exits.
The one thing she doesn’t lack is confidence.
After adjusting the position and angle, Flossie put the earpiece to her ear, yet her attention remained on the scope.
At first, the voices were noisy.
Several people were talking, and Flossie didn’t bother to identify useful information, just listened roughly, not paying much attention.
She heard the term "Saughter."
Flossie’s attention was immediately drawn over.
"That famous Mercenary Corps in East Asia, Saughter?" It sounded like a very deep voice.
"Yes, this batch of goods is so important, so... they were sent for protection." Quickly, another voice chimed in respectfully.
After hearing just two sentences, Flossie inexplicably frowned.
The Saughter Mercenary Corps take the escort tasks for everything but refuse missions in Eastlandia, which is the most important of their unwritten rules.
If Saughter accepted this mission before the incident, Daisy Deacon would definitely not have agreed.
If it was after the incident—
Andrew still eager to take on tasks?!
It made no sense however you thought about it.
One could say that the mention of Saughter is impossible.
After pausing, Flossie continued to listen.
The other party spoke convincingly about entrusting Saughter, as if it truly existed.
Moreover, they gave Saughter extremely high praise.
However, soon after, came the sound of closing a box.
Flossie hid her doubts inside and focused on aiming.
"Bang Bang Bang—"
"Bang Bang Bang—"
The gunshots pierced the night sky with an abrupt presence!
Immediately, the people near the warehouse drew their guns to counterattack, shooting relentlessly in the direction where the submachine gun sounded.
But when it comes to marksmanship, Adelaide is unquestionably professional; she only saw figures falling within sight, while Adelaide, who barely exposed half her body, kept shooting relentlessly.
She completely suppressed the enemy without giving them a chance to retaliate.
Originally about to pull the trigger, Flossie had her eyes fixed on the target, but in the sudden chaos, the target made an unexpected dash for the car!
Flossie’s expression twitched violently.
Adelaide did it on purpose!
Narrowing her eyes, Flossie’s brow slightly furrowed, moving her aim timely.
Two slight gunshots rang consecutively the moment Flossie pulled the trigger.
One shot, shattering the car window.
Another shot, killing the person inside the car.
Resolutely solving it all.
— End of Chapter 1788 —