Chapter 1818
Chapter 1818: Hutchinson, Are You Even a Man? (1)
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"Yeah. Assemble the others, prepare for action."
Glenn Hutchinson’s voice was low, deliberately hushed, as if unwilling to disturb Flossie Wright.
Flossie Wright instantly opened her eyes.
It was almost at that moment that Flossie became fully awake.
Glenn Hutchinson had just finished his call and noticed the movement on this side, unconsciously glancing at her twice.
Propping herself up, Flossie Wright looked at him, asking suspiciously.
Pausing slightly, Glenn Hutchinson looked at her.
After a moment, Glenn smirked, then softly said, "There’s practical action, it’s not dark yet, you should go back first."
Flossie Wright grabbed her coat, then stood up.
She looked down at him.
"Are you meeting others or acting alone?" Flossie asked calmly, furrowing her brows.
After some deliberation, Glenn Hutchinson answered honestly, "There’s no time."
Time was tight, manpower was short, and splitting up would leave no time to regroup.
So, Flossie’s eyes moved slightly, and without much thought, she directly said, "I’ll go with you."
Glenn Hutchinson frowned, carefully evaluating her twice.
A moment later, he understood, raised his eyes slightly, and then stood up, responding, "Alright."
Since they were already comrades, and he trusted Flossie’s abilities, bringing her along would only be a major asset.
There was no reason to refuse her.
They packed some things, extinguished the fire, grabbed their guns, and left together.
On the way, Glenn Hutchinson gave Flossie Wright a brief rundown of the situation.
This time, it was a real drug cartel that had been transporting goods for nearly a year. They found their camp in the jungle, but nearby villagers only noticed patrols and couldn’t pinpoint the exact camp location, so their mission from above was—
To quickly locate the camp.
Narcotics officers would assist later.
The reason they were dispatched was quite a coincidence; they happened to be active here, making action much easier.
Flossie Wright and Glenn Hutchinson searched through the jungle.
This was Flossie’s first time acting together with Glenn Hutchinson.
But, their coordination exceeded expectations.
In their progress, words were unnecessary to understand each other’s actions, intuitively catching intentions before speaking.
Which paths were easier to traverse, which terrains needed no consideration, when to change directions...
Their exchange was nearly zero, yet everything was remarkably synchronized.
Dusk was settling.
Their view was gradually darkening.
The gear they had was inadequate.
Glenn Hutchinson had only two pistols, both loaded with live ammunition; he handed one to Flossie Wright, while Flossie gave him a rifle, ensuring both had other weapons for self-defense.
But, aside from that, there was no further equipment.
At most, there was a wireless communication device, enough to contact others.
If night fell, regardless of their professional skills, not being able to see would be futile. Not only could they fail to find people, they might even risk being discovered.
"What do we do?"
As darkness fully descended, Flossie Wright halted her step and glanced sideways at Glenn Hutchinson.
Glenn Hutchinson, holding his gun, also came to a stop.
"Rest here." Glenn Hutchinson spoke calmly, without hurry.
Flossie Wright raised her eyebrows.
Clearly, Glenn Hutchinson had more tricks up his sleeve.
"Give me ten minutes."
— End of Chapter 1818 —