Chapter 1810
Chapter 1810: What Is Your Purpose? (2)
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With that in mind, Flossie Wright simply followed those footprints, while also picking up her pace.
She walked like this for about ten minutes.
Finally, she discovered the owners of those footprints.
There were five people.
Three men, two women.
All dressed in local attire, wearing ethnic-style clothing. In the nearby borderland of Vernon, there are ethnic minorities, but this doesn’t mean they are locals.
If they wanted to, anyone could get the same clothing.
Apart from the clothing, they were wearing straw raincoats and bamboo hats, covering their faces, making it hard to determine where they came from based on their looks and skin color.
Perhaps due to the heavy rain, they were taking a break by a rock, and upon seeing the two women clearly, Flossie couldn’t help but feel surprised.
Pregnant women...
Both of them are pregnant!
How can there be pregnant women among the people transporting weapons?!
She frowned. She had heard of pregnant women smuggling drugs, but never of specially assigning pregnant women to smuggle weapons.
So many weapons, with nowhere to hide them on their bodies. If they were really caught, they wouldn’t even be able to run, completely being used as human shields.
She hadn’t done business on that side for a long time, and the methods on that side were constantly changing, leaving Flossie feeling somewhat dizzy.
Impossible to understand.
"Come over."
At the same time, a cold command voice came from not far away.
Flossie squinted her eyes, glanced in the direction of the voice.
It took several glances before Flossie, with her keen insight, spotted Cassie Ferguson hidden in the bushes.
Undeniably, Cassie was truly well hidden. Just at a glance, there seemed to be no flaws. Only when you realized someone was there and looked carefully could you find something amiss.
Flossie looked for a bit, quickly then withdrew her gaze.
She had no interest in listening.
Adjusting the 88 Sniper in her hand, Flossie tipped her hat and then moved back leisurely.
Unlike Cassie, who focused on close-range attacks, Flossie, as a sniper, was responsible for long-range cover.
She had two guns in her hands, a Type 95 Automatic Rifle and a Type 88 Sniper Rifle. If teaming up with others, Flossie would choose to act together with her teammates, but now the teammate was Cassie.
If collaborating with Cassie, Flossie would feel very uneasy.
She didn’t want to worry about her partner in battle.
It was better to provide cover from a distance, and she could also observe the situation in between.
Flossie ambushed from thirty meters away.
Her field of vision was 100%. Even though it was raining, her view was crystal clear, and she could even "see" clearly what they were saying.
She was born in Vernon and, while learning Mandarin, happened to learn several minority languages. She had traveled to most of the surrounding countries and could understand some of the everyday expressions.
At the moment—
These people were speaking the language of a neighboring country.
Whether their pronunciation was standard or not, Flossie didn’t know, but she could basically see their mouth shapes.
"The rain is so heavy, we don’t know when it will stop. Let’s rest for another half an hour before moving,"
spoke a young, sturdy man, with proper features, a square face, but only a sliver of righteousness remained in him, mostly supplanted by sleaziness.
"No way, we must deliver this batch of goods earlier," a man with a sly look on his face firmly retorted, "The police in this area are very strict, we are at risk of being exposed at any moment. If we don’t leave early, they could find us at any time."
— End of Chapter 1810 —