Chapter 1820
Chapter 1820: Hutchinson, Are You Even a Man? (3)
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Flossie Wright lifted her eyes and saw Glenn Hutchinson’s figure ahead through the Night Vision Goggles, a faint glint passing through her eyes.
She stepped forward, following behind Glenn Hutchinson.
It was rare for her not to craft an entire action plan and instead follow someone else’s lead. Usually, when encountering equally strong individuals, Flossie preferred to part ways and act independently. This time, surprisingly, she followed silently behind Glenn Hutchinson.
It’s not that she was previously unskilled at cooperation, nor that she had some special connection with Glenn Hutchinson.
Glenn Hutchinson had enough ability not only to understand her thoughts but also to make the right decision one step ahead of her.
If Flossie agreed with his opinion, then naturally cooperating with him was logical.
They continued searching for half an hour.
The two finally found traces of human activity.
That group was evidently experienced, but Glenn Hutchinson and Flossie’s search abilities were not to be underestimated; they easily discovered their hidden traces of activity.
They were lucky; besides that, they easily encountered plenty of tracks.
Even the heavy rain couldn’t hide the signs of broken branches.
"A lot of people,"
Scanning the situation briefly, Flossie estimated and said.
Judging from the traces of activity alone, there were at least ten people.
It was unknown if the end indeed was that gang, or just a patrol branch, or some other unpredictable factors.
Glenn Hutchinson nodded slightly.
"Follow?" Flossie raised her eyebrows and asked.
Glenn Hutchinson glanced at her and replied in denial.
"Hmm?" Flossie was somewhat puzzled.
"Find a place, rest for the night," Glenn Hutchinson considered.
"Why?" Flossie furrowed her brows.
"Uncertain danger," replied Glenn Hutchinson nonchalantly, "Safety comes first."
Flossie tightly locked her eyebrows.
Safety comes first?
Was it his safety or hers?
No need to think; if Glenn Hutchinson was acting alone, he would definitely have acted immediately.
"You don’t trust me?"
With a deepened gaze, Flossie asked coldly.
"I do," Glenn Hutchinson answered without hesitation.
"Then I’ll take the lead," Flossie stepped forward slowly, positioning herself before Glenn Hutchinson, then steadily raised her voice and asked, "Will you follow my command?"
Glenn Hutchinson’s expression slightly stiffened.
A while passed.
"Regarding this matter, listen to me," Glenn Hutchinson emphasized firmly, staring at her.
"Glenn Hutchinson!"
With slightly intensified tone, Flossie grasped the Gun’s force forward, rotating the Gun from behind to front in 180 degrees, finally landing in Flossie’s hand.
With a single hand grasping the Gun, Flossie’s hand raised forward, aiming the Gun at his chin.
"If you’re a man, stop worrying about me, do what has to be done."
Flossie spoke word by word.
The cold tone, accompanied by the cool night wind, softly drifted to Glenn Hutchinson’s ears.
Glenn Hutchinson’s eyelids lifted slightly.
He assessed the woman standing before him.
Now, she was a female soldier.
A female soldier who was now in his hands.
Everything should have proceeded according to his commands, but now, she was holding her most mastered Gun, yet the muzzle was aimed at him.
Every move carried a commanding aura, exuding from her bones a pride that did not require being placed in safe positions.
She emerged from gunfire and battlefield.
This minor matter was far from enough to worry her.
Even, it wasn’t worth her to frown upon.
Glenn Hutchinson’s worry was entirely unnecessary.
The two stared at each other for a while.
Finally, Glenn Hutchinson’s eyebrows slightly lifted, his voice steady and commanding, "Action."
The words fell.
Flossie retrieved the Gun in her hand.
— End of Chapter 1820 —