Chapter 1811
Chapter 1811: What Is Your Purpose? (3)
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"But we have two pregnant women here," the square-faced man said with a sullen yet steadfast expression, "They’re already slow. If they don’t rest well now, they’ll just hold us back later."
Meanwhile, Flossie Wright, who was "watching" their conversation, narrowed her eyes slightly.
Using the observation scope in her hand, she searched the vicinity for the "goods" they mentioned.
Flossie didn’t know if Cassie Ferguson could hear clearly, but just based on these few words, she was able to determine their identity.
They were obviously not local residents, but so-called "criminals."
Of course—
Perhaps because she already had prior knowledge, Flossie had been cautious, so she found many flaws among these people.
The men there were more than likely police officers, and the women were probably in disguise.
However, there was one thing Flossie couldn’t understand.
Why did Glenn Hutchinson arrange for two pregnant women among them?
While searching for the "goods," Flossie anxiously knitted her eyebrows, her mind preoccupied with the issue of those two pregnant women.
What was Glenn Hutchinson’s intention?
To them, pregnant women are innocent, oh no, the children in their wombs are innocent.
The phenomenon of "pregnant women transporting drugs" exists because the innocence of the children cannot be burdened by the mother’s crimes. Legally, if a mother becomes pregnant while supposed to serve time, she can have her sentence postponed.
Such rationale all respects the beginnings of life.
What was Glenn Hutchinson’s purpose in arranging all this?
Or rather, what did he want them to understand?
Or, what choices to make?
Flossie felt her mind was a mess, and everything captured in the observation scope seemed to lack focus, she couldn’t find any point of emphasis.
All those noisy sounds were automatically filtered out by her.
Thus, after sweeping the observation scope around, Flossie’s hand holding the sniper rifle halted unexpectedly.
A fleeting thought of her expectations for Glenn Hutchinson crossed her mind.
For Glenn to persuade her.
To accept the Forces.
To no longer harbor resentment against the Forces.
Flossie had been waiting for Glenn Hutchinson’s answer all along.
Did he arrange all this beforehand and let her make the decision herself?
If it were her, encountering an absolute criminal who had a wife and child, with the wife also committing the crime, but the unborn child was innocent—
Would she pull the trigger?
Her eyes flickered slightly, and in the rain, Flossie’s hand holding the sniper rifle involuntarily shivered.
The slight tremor was enough to reveal Flossie’s inner turmoil.
Moments later.
Flossie’s brow furrowed deeply.
If Glenn Hutchinson were standing in front of her, she would definitely give him a solid thrashing.
Dumping the burden on her, to let her make the choice...
Is it fun?!
In the swirl of emotions, Flossie moved her observation scope unsure of where, but when she focused again, she saw a Type 95 slowly moving in the grass.
Her body tensed slightly, Flossie took a deep breath and quickly assessed the situation.
Cassie was aiming, and her first target was the pregnant woman at the center.
Flossie carefully discerned her direction, watching her finger’s movement through the observation scope.
She wasn’t just aiming; she was preparing to shoot.
Immediately, Flossie raised her sniper rifle without a trace of hesitation and fired a shot right in front of Cassie.
The gunshot was faint, muffled by the sound of the rain, barely noticeable.
This slight disturbance did not at all affect the "criminals" in the middle of their debate.
At the same time—
Cassie, hiding in the grass, was startled by the sudden bullet, causing her hands holding the Type 95 automatic rifle to shake slightly. She instinctively poked her head out from the grass, scanning her surroundings.
But Flossie had concealed herself better and wasn’t visible at all.
Cassie’s expression was incredibly cold, a chilly aura surrounding her brow.
What does this mean?!
From the same team, and Flossie intended to halt her actions?!
Furrowing her brow, Cassie felt even more displeased. She then grabbed the rifle, stood up, and opened fire toward the arguing crowd while swiftly moving!
"Bang bang bang——"
Firing the trigger without any hesitation!
Flossie, stationed behind them, twitched her eyelids, her eyes darkening instantly.
In the next moment, her expression gradually turned peculiar.
Two men suddenly emerged near Cassie, and as she sprayed bullets wildly, they immediately charged at her, subduing her with a stun baton, rendering her motionless.
Flossie raised an eyebrow.
At the same time, she heard approaching footsteps from behind.
"Glenn Hutchinson!"
The corners of her lips curved into a cold arc, and Flossie softly called out the name.
— End of Chapter 1811 —