Chapter 1794
Chapter 1794: A Warm Night, Gentle Light (1)
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Flossie Wright chuckled softly, her eyebrows raising inadvertently.
Joshua Bailey tilted his head for a glance.
What he saw were three people.
Sandy Cruz, Belinda Nichols, and Rowdy Brightwill, walking over together.
Under the blazing sun, they were all dressed in identical jungle camouflage, walking towards the light, with dazzling sunlight behind them. For some reason, their aura seemed to grow invisibly, exceptionally radiant.
Joshua Bailey squinted subconsciously, his gaze subtly roaming over them.
It was indeed as Flossie Wright said, they had trained here before, so they spent far less time than the unfamiliar recruits.
With Flossie Wright as a precedent, Joshua Bailey wasn’t surprised but found it quite normal.
Just at that initial moment, he was startled by their presence.
The three of them walked up to them.
Standing side by side, casually, yet all their attention was on Flossie Wright, ignoring Joshua Bailey’s presence as the deputy.
Before they had time to greet, there came a roar from not far away—
"Flossie Wright, are you even human? You’re here earlier than us?!"
They hesitated slightly and looked in the direction of the voice.
Before seeing clearly, the person yelling had already run up.
It’s Devina Millet.
She ran urgently, and as soon as she stopped, she stood akimbo, glaring at Flossie Wright, her eyes full of anger and resentment, as if Flossie Wright arriving first was some great advantage she took.
Flossie Wright raised her eyes slightly.
Instead of looking at Devina Millet, she glanced at Belinda Nichols with an implied meaning in her gaze.
Belinda Nichols nodded slightly.
Meanwhile, Devina Millet was only vexed at being ignored, but in a blink, she saw Belinda Nichols step aside to block her path.
"Your voice is too loud."
Coldly looking at Devina Millet, Belinda Nichols’ voice carried no emotion.
Devina Millet was instantly at a loss for words.
After a pause, Devina Millet took a deep breath, realized, and irritably questioned Belinda Nichols, "What’s it to you if my voice is loud? What’s it got to do with you?!"
Belinda Nichols gave her a cool glance.
Devina Millet suddenly grew a bit wary.
"What are you planning?!" she quickly asked Belinda Nichols as she approached, but before she could continue, Belinda Nichols grabbed her shoulder, "Hey—I’m tired, why are you dragging me?! I mean you—"
With a startled cry, Devina Millet was directly dragged behind the trees by Belinda Nichols.
No need to guess what was happening.
However, everyone present, whether recruits or instructors, collectively remained silent.
In this scorching heat, already exhausted, suddenly having someone who could shout, they were quite stimulated.
Staying away was all their wish.
"Flossie, how’s your health," Rowdy Brightwill collected himself, examining Flossie Wright up and down, then asked somewhat urgently, "Do you need a good rest? How’s that gunshot wound on your shoulder, is it okay?"
There’s no need to think, Flossie Wright endured countless hardships during this thirty-one-day wilderness survival training.
In this training, among the regularly trained recruits, many chose to give up, as every time separating into the wild, after seven days arriving back at the destination, they might never see those people again.
But with Flossie Wright, it seemed like giving up didn’t exist.
— End of Chapter 1794 —