Chapter 1830
Chapter 1830: Encountering a Nemesis from a Past Life (Part 4)
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The left shoulder is injured, but the right hand can still fire a gun.
People like them, even if they lost both hands and feet, are still more than capable of taking out a few people.
Flossie Wright and Dallion Collins left beforehand.
Glenn Hutchinson and the others sorted things out at the back.
Along the way, Flossie Wright and Dallion Collins didn’t speak until they reached the midpoint of the mountain, saw the campsite, and Dallion Collins explained the situation to Flossie in detail.
Just four points.
First, eight tents, estimated forty people, none easy to handle, all armed with deadly weapons;
Second, five villagers, all male, trapped location unknown;
Third, four people went ahead of you, with the same purpose, but all act separately in pairs, they can watch over each other if encountered;
Fourth, rest assured, we will strive to protect your safety to the fullest extent.
After listening to him, Flossie Wright raised an eyebrow at the last point.
She tossed the sniper rifle to him, Flossie Wright smiled lightly.
As Dallion Collins reached to grab the sniper rifle, Flossie Wright suddenly slid down from the hillside.
Under the gradually brightening sky, Flossie Wright’s figure vanished in an instant.
They were setting up tents at the back.
There’s a mountain at the back, so the guards are weak, combined with the concealed terrain and overgrown weeds, it’s the easiest place to infiltrate.
Dallion Collins glanced a few times from the hillside.
Finally, realizing Flossie Wright was calmer than expected, he began to prepare his ambush.
The words already said, they must keep Flossie Wright alive.
Moreover, all the leaders at the Base were worried about Hutchinson’s wedding, with countless introductions, a heap of photos piled up, now the Captain’s marriage finally had a prospect, as a brother, he naturally couldn’t let this break off halfway.
There were four people patrolling at the back.
Flossie Wright smoothly slid down but didn’t rush to deal with these four people, instead she took a detour, quickly leaving while they were unaware.
Rescuing hostages is the main goal, it’s not appropriate to alert the snake.
After walking in the campsite for a few minutes, Flossie Wright suddenly changed her mind.
She was wearing military clothes, extremely conspicuous, in places without camouflage tents, she could easily be noticed.
So, standing behind the second to last tent, Flossie Wright casually held a stone in her hand, glancing stealthily around.
Though the vigilance here was strict, they weren’t professional soldiers, the so-called vigilance was just a few people idly standing around, chatting, and slacking off, which was the most ordinary thing.
Besides, there were some who weren’t required to "patrol," taking advantage of the brightening sky to move around nearby.
This time slot was really not bad.
Not too many people, but it guaranteed someone would pass by.
Fortune favored.
In under two minutes, the stone between Flossie Wright’s fingers was thrown out, directly hitting a passerby.
Avoiding injury and bloodstains on the clothes, she dragged him into nearby grass, tied him up, and swiftly took off his clothes amid his fierce struggle, then gave him a quick end.
Flossie Wright changed into the clothes.
She took his hat, put it on, suitably disguising herself.
Then, she placed the pistol and military knife in inconspicuous places on her body, took the unfortunate fellow’s weapon, and swaggered out.
She truly swaggered.
Others would certainly be cautious, but she feared they’d not notice, her hands in pants pockets, full of arrogance with every step.
Extremely conspicuous.
Flossie Wright walked with confidence.
Even though attracting many gazes along the way.
There were two groups of people here.
One group was from Gavin’s side, the other was from the drug trafficking crew.
Coincidentally, Flossie Wright knows both their languages.
Generally, those patrolling and laboring were from the drug trafficking crew, Flossie Wright’s imposing manner easily scared them off.
Randomly shouting a few dialect curse words at them, they’d only get more cowardly, naturally not daring to scrutinize Flossie Wright.
She went past five tents in succession.
With the "special identity," Flossie Wright’s inspection speed was increased markedly, in less than ten minutes, she observed the situation in those tents clearly.
Still no sign of hostages.
Of course, there was no sight of Gavin either.
Flossie Wright’s pace slowed down.
She faintly heard two people she just passed by, conversing in whispers.
A neighbor country’s language.
With a strong accent.
But, falling into Flossie Wright’s ears, there was no hearing problem whatsoever.
"Did you notice, that person just now was wearing Leonard’s clothes?"
"Really? I can’t quite remember."
"Leonard treasures this outfit; it was said to be bought at a high price, knowing him for so long, how could I not know?"
"I think, Bailey Maynard’s people wouldn’t care for his clothes either!"
"Hurry up, let’s find him first."
Gradually, the voices faded away.
And, hearing their suspicion, Flossie Wright’s brows furrowed immediately.
She indeed hadn’t noticed; so many people, they can remember even a set of clothes clearly.
Vaguely hearing the commotion, Flossie Wright’s eyes cooled slightly, but her expression didn’t change at all; she raised a hand to push her hat further down, and then headed to the nearest tent entrance.
She stood at the entrance listening for a few seconds; hearing no sound, Flossie Wright entered directly.
Seeing the situation inside clearly, Flossie Wright was slightly embarrassed.
— End of Chapter 1830 —