Chapter 1812
Chapter 1812: We Will Defend You to the Death (1)
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"Glenn Hutchinson!"
The corners of her lips curled into a cold arc as Flossie Wright softly called out the name.
Hutch Hutchinson, who had been silently approaching, suddenly halted his steps.
Knowing Flossie’s vigilance and capabilities, when considering who could handle her, Hutch thought it over and finally chose himself.
It was up to him to "capture" Flossie Wright.
He wasn’t surprised that Flossie sensed someone approaching because even if she could detect it, he was still confident he could capture her alive.
Just as he got close, Flossie noticed his identity, something Hutch hadn’t anticipated.
He had imagined many outcomes, even considering that Flossie might recognize him, but he didn’t expect that she’d know him right at the onset.
Thus, Glenn stood up straight, looking down at Flossie.
At the same time, Flossie also picked up her gun, got up from the ground, and turned to face Glenn.
The torrential rain drummed on the leaves overhead, with sheets cascading down, soaking their clothes, face, and hair. Yet, through the rain, they stood facing each other, unwavering.
Their gazes clashed in the air, his dark eyes appearing even more intense and captivating after being washed by the rain.
"How did you guess?"
Standing in place, Glenn watched her intently, his voice as calm and composed as ever.
"Intuition."
Looking back at him coolly, Flossie’s response was detached.
Having tried before, when someone becomes familiar, there are many ways to recognize them. Even Flossie couldn’t quite believe that as soon as Glenn approached her, she could instantly sense his presence.
Amidst the crowd, she alone could identify him.
Glenn’s eyes were deep, resembling a bottomless pool, possessing an alluring attraction.
After a moment.
"Still going to capture me?"
Fixing her gaze steadily on Glenn, Flossie asked slowly.
Because of the live bullets she held, Flossie was initially skeptical. Even though the evidence was overwhelming that the group of "criminals" were imposters, the uncertainty about the live ammunition lingered.
It wasn’t until Cassie Ferguson’s continuous firing that Flossie suddenly realized Cassie was using blanks.
So, not everyone necessarily had live rounds.
Then, sensing someone approaching, Flossie guessed it was Glenn and felt more assured.
Now, Flossie suddenly realized that what she previously thought was the "choice" wasn’t the primary goal.
Glenn had something else in mind, some other tests for them.
Flossie saw through it.
The upcoming test was destined to have nothing to do with her.
"Not anymore."
Seeing through Flossie’s thoughts, Glenn slowly spoke, almost with resignation.
𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
In fact, the subsequent test, once the trainees suspected something was off and truly doubted that it was all fake, rendered the test meaningless.
That’s why Glenn made it half-truth, half-lie.
He distributed live ammunition to those trainees deemed trustworthy and would never shoot.
Of course, those not adept at shooting but particularly astute were also given live rounds.
Each person masquerading as a "criminal" had on bulletproof vests for safety, so those with poor aim, as long as they didn’t hit the head, wouldn’t cause any harm to these "criminals".
— End of Chapter 1812 —