Chapter 1813
Chapter 1813: We Will Defend You to the Death (2)
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Moreover—
These "criminals" were carefully selected by Glenn Hutchinson. If even these trainees can’t handle them, they might as well go back and die of shame.
"So," Flossie Wright spoke slowly, her expression growing colder.
She leaned against a tree on one side, holding a sniper rifle in her arms, with an M95 hanging from her shoulder. Her movements were always graceful and casual, yet at the same time, they exuded an aloofness that kept strangers at bay.
She assumed her usual posture, presenting Glenn Hutchinson with the attitude of discussing serious matters, without any other form of communication.
"If you’re not in a hurry to ’deceive’ others, I think we can have a proper conversation."
Flossie Wright spoke each word to Glenn Hutchinson with indifference.
After a brief contemplation.
At this moment, Glenn Hutchinson didn’t want to discuss the issue Flossie Wright wished to address with her.
The "pregnant woman" scene was specially arranged for Flossie Wright.
Glenn Hutchinson wanted to wait until she had calmed down to talk.
There was no need to discuss it now.
But, given the current situation, he couldn’t ignore Flossie Wright.
He believed this was the only opportunity. If he didn’t explain clearly, Flossie Wright would not give him another chance.
So, Glenn Hutchinson paused for a moment, then slowly walked towards Flossie Wright.
His steps were slow, his black military boots stepping on the dew-drenched grass blades, bending them, which then resiliently sprung back. He moved step by step, finally stopping right in front of Flossie Wright.
Just a step away.
Close enough to see the raindrops splashing into Flossie Wright’s eyes.
Slightly lowering his head, Glenn Hutchinson cast his gaze downward at her, their eyes meeting once more.
Flossie Wright’s expression was indifferent, her face showing no trace of emotion.
"Why arrange that scenario?"
Without any prelude, Flossie Wright went straight to the point, hitting the crux.
"I want to know your choice."
His eyes coated with a layer of mist, Glenn Hutchinson spoke softly, his voice unexpectedly tinged with warmth against the pattering rain.
"I didn’t fire the gun," Flossie Wright said coldly.
Not only did she not fire the gun.
She also stopped Cassie Ferguson from firing at the first moment.
Actually, even she herself couldn’t understand this.
Clearly, she knew in her mind that it was all fake, arranged by Glenn Hutchinson, and even if Cassie Ferguson was holding live ammunition, those people wouldn’t be in any danger.
Just because of the factor "there might be live ammunition," she didn’t even think before sending Cassie Ferguson a shot.
Even after firing, she couldn’t quite comprehend the reason behind her actions.
But one thing she could be sure of—
If she did it now, Erina Taylor from the past would also have chosen to do the same without hesitation.
Ultimately, they’re the same person, whether it’s Flossie Wright or Erina Taylor, their essence doesn’t change.
Realizing this, Flossie Wright didn’t feel relieved.
Instead, she felt increasingly troubled.
"None of us will shoot."
Stepping closer by half a step, Glenn Hutchinson looked at her intently, his words full of certainty.
Gazing steadily, Flossie Wright slightly raised her eyes, yet her expression remained largely unchanged.
"Fundamentally speaking, we are the same." Glenn Hutchinson spoke deliberately, his expression tainted with a bit of persistence, "As you’re well aware, there’s no one cold-blooded and heartless in Aaron Doom, they would never turn a blind eye to any life. If it were truly an innocent life, they would try their best to rescue it."
— End of Chapter 1813 —