Chapter 1872
Chapter 1872: Death Sentence (3)
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"I haven’t eaten."
Flossie Wright touched her nose.
Mute, he looked at her, and after a moment, Glenn Hutchinson chuckled softly.
Standing up, Glenn Hutchinson said helplessly, "What do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you."
So, Flossie Wright also stood up.
"By the way," hands in her pockets, Flossie Wright stood straight, looking directly at Glenn Hutchinson, "Have you ever worried that I might become that kind of person?"
Staring at her for a few seconds, Glenn Hutchinson candidly admitted, "Yes."
"Then," pausing slightly, Flossie Wright smiled, "Congratulations."
"Thank you."
Glenn Hutchinson came over and gave her a gentle hug.
Sweeping away the previous gloom, it was replaced by a bit of relief.
In truth, he never really controlled Flossie Wright. When they first met, Flossie’s various rule-breaking and rebellion caught his eye, causing some concern.
Only in the Forces, Flossie Wright proved to him that she wouldn’t cause trouble for this group.
Perhaps, lately, Flossie Wright chose compliance, toned down her high spirits, seemed to make some changes for the Forces, but Glenn clearly saw she never truly changed.
Even her past self would do everything to support the Forces.
Of course, her change in perspective is what Glenn Hutchinson is most grateful for.
At night, Glenn borrowed the cooking class’s kitchen and cooked a few dishes for Flossie Wright.
Occasionally, a few came over with bowls to join the feast, but Glenn Hutchinson’s cold gaze drove them away.
Some were fearless, sweet-talking in front of Flossie Wright, then sneaking away with a few bites of food. They didn’t need Glenn Hutchinson to act; they returned only to be beaten black and blue by their brothers.
How dare you be so thick-skinned!
How dare you hog the food!
How dare you show off after snatching it!
To beat you to death is justified.
The mess hall echoed with wails, yet was filled with bustling noise.
While eating, Flossie Wright suddenly realized that veteran soldiers and new recruits had merged seamlessly, while memories of Eddy Codalt were fading, replaced by genuine memories of this place.
Here, training remained tough, but you found you could persist better than before.
In the long time to come, Flossie Wright occasionally doubted if such harmonious and peaceful days might just be a dream.
Late July, amidst scorching heat.
Cassie Ferguson had been sentenced to death. When the news reached Aaron Base, no one said a word.
Yet, that night, the mess hall felt heavier than expected.
Not because Cassie Ferguson was sentenced to death.
But because Cassie Ferguson’s case served as a warning to them.
There are many things you shouldn’t do.
With your identity, you definitely shouldn’t.
From beginning to end, they served the country, so their actions represented the nation.
However, not many knew Cassie Ferguson, so such heaviness didn’t last long.
The last day of July.
At three in the morning.
Flossie Wright received a straightforward command from Glenn Hutchinson—
[There’s a mission.]
That night, half of the people from the base’s first squad were dispatched, and Flossie Wright chose all female soldiers with combat experience.
She, Joey Schmitt, Belinda Nichols, Jessie Grain, Iris Dukes.
No action code, just a mission objective—
Rescue the hostages.
A group of terrorists in a neighboring country had kidnapped Eastlandia citizens involved in local oil transport, using them as leverage against Eastlandia, which needed to rescue these hostages in the shortest possible time to prevent unfavorable international coverage and potential harm to the nation’s people.
Sending other forces with fanfare was less convenient than using Aaron Base.
𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
A helicopter transported them to the borderland.
Then, in one hour of jungle advancement, they successfully entered the interior of the neighboring nation.
By this time, the sky was already getting light.
Walking out of the jungle, Flossie Wright checked her watch.
Five thirty-two.
It was still early, but it meant they wouldn’t continue the operation until nightfall at the earliest.
This time they came hastily, spent the night traveling, and everyone knew only the mission content and the electronic map that hadn’t been distributed; they memorized every route on the helicopter.
"Captain, where do we go now?"
Willie Ash stretched his neck, lowered his voice, and asked Glenn Hutchinson.
"You decide."
Turning his head, Glenn Hutchinson looked at Flossie Wright and directly handed her the task.
Flossie Wright was slightly startled.
This was her first time officially executing a mission as a member of Aaron Base, and Glenn Hutchinson just handed the planning task to her so straightforwardly?
Touching her nose, Flossie Wright met Willie Ash’s curious gaze with a shrug, "Rest here for half an hour."
Willie Ash nodded, rather disappointed.
Then, he retreated.
At this time, Flossie Wright flexed her wrist and moved closer to Glenn Hutchinson.
"What’s your plan?" raising her eyebrows, Flossie Wright asked.
"Familiar with this place?"
Instead of directly answering Flossie Wright’s question, Glenn Hutchinson asked indirectly.
With a lift of her eyelids, Flossie Wright looked around, then finally nodded, "I escaped from here, lived for half a year."
Saying this, Flossie Wright glanced at Glenn Hutchinson.
Last time, their mission seemed to be rescuing hostages too, but the statuses were vastly different. Time was tight, and the enemy’s guarding forces were strong. Glenn Hutchinson shamelessly joined her and Perry Reed’s hands to successfully rescue the hostages safely.
This time—
Flossie Wright didn’t want him to involve any random people again.
"So, you oversee the arrangements."
With a breezy demeanor, Glenn Hutchinson spoke very casually.
— End of Chapter 1872 —