Chapter 1792
Chapter 1792: Thirty-One Day Mission Complete (4)
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However, Flossie Wright had no interest in feeling honored. As soon as she boarded the helicopter, she leaned back and closed her eyes, summoning all the plans in her mind.
The map seemed to be etched in her brain, and all the coordinates were crystal clear.
Among countless lines, she picked out the most suitable one.
After a few minutes, a cautious voice reached her ears.
Flossie Wright frowned slightly.
Soon, the voice by her ear grew a bit louder and called again, "Comrade Flossie Wright, hello."
Flossie snapped her eyes open.
The previously cautious soldier was caught off guard and met her slightly cold, clear eyes, causing him to pause suddenly, feeling a chill spread from head to toe.
After giving him a glance, Flossie closed her eyes again, and two seconds later, reopened them, with calmness and indifference restored in her gaze.
The soldier quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Anything important?"
Raising her eyebrows slightly, Flossie asked in a low voice.
"Yes," the soldier immediately got to the point, "you’re going on another desert survival mission. Due to your time constraints, you’re being dropped at the previous departure point, which should shorten the journey a bit."
Flossie answered blandly.
This matter was something Glenn Hutchinson had already informed her about.
"I heard," upon Flossie’s response, the soldier paused, discreetly leaned closer, and then blinked as he asked, "are you really going to complete in thirty-two days what others do in two months of training?"
"Who said that?"
Flossie lazily glanced at him sideways.
The soldier hesitated for a moment, his complexion changing, then said, "That’s what people in your area are saying!"
Being from the same Military District, it’s normal to catch bits of gossip now and then.
But the trainees currently being selected generally had limited access to news unless the information was particularly shocking. However, someone like Flossie, who applied for a near-impossible mission, had long become a topic of discussion in the Military District.
Of course, many dismissed it as merely a rumor.
"Do you believe it?"
Looking at him with interest, Flossie curved a smile at the corners of her lips.
The soldier faltered as soon as he started speaking.
Anyone who asks like this—
Seemingly, all deny it?
The soldier wasn’t very sure.
Faced with Flossie’s smiling eyes, the soldier was taken aback for a moment, finally thinking about it and rather stiffly shook his head, "I don’t know."
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Flossie gave him two mysterious looks, then leisurely withdrew her gaze.
She continued to rest her eyes.
The soldier looked utterly baffled.
What... what does it mean?
Is it true or not?
Blinking repeatedly, and glancing again at Flossie, who had no intention of answering, the soldier became completely confused.
Half an hour later, the helicopter arrived above the desert.
At the precise coordinates, there was the oasis below.
The soldier, who had been in a state of distress, finally regained his senses and was about to call out to Flossie, but when he turned his head to look, Flossie had already opened her eyes.
In a daze, it was as if he heard her say those two light-hearted words.
By the time he reacted, the door had already been opened, and a gust of wind mixed with heat howled in through the doorway.
With another blink, he saw the figure that had voluntarily jumped out.
The relaxed leap made the soldier’s heart race, and as he saw her open her parachute below, the image of Flossie jumping flashed through his mind.
— End of Chapter 1792 —