Chapter 1873
Chapter 1873: Venturing Alone and Stirring Up Trouble Again (Part 1)
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"So, you’re in charge of the arrangements."
With a casual air, Glenn Hutchinson looked at her and said lightly.
Flossie Wright paused slightly.
"Are you sure?" Flossie raised an eyebrow.
Glenn nods, the slightly hoarse two words held absolute certainty.
This task isn’t as simple as it seems.
This is Flossie’s first mission with Aaron Doom.
Logically speaking, she shouldn’t be in charge.
She’s Flossie Wright.
Beside her, there’s him.
So, with her and him, it all seemed justifiable.
"I don’t know the capabilities of your people." Flossie rubbed her nose and said helplessly.
She could easily handle several female soldiers on her side, but Glenn’s people...
She’s not familiar with them.
"There’s still time," Glenn checked his watch and earnestly said to her, "Within half an hour, you can ask me about anyone’s information."
Flossie paused, somewhat speechless.
Since Glenn said so, she didn’t plan to refuse anymore.
It’s been a while since she last planned anything, right?
Considering they wouldn’t act until midnight, the current time was indeed early.
Besides the international pressure Eastlandia might face, those who were about to take action had ample time to plan this mission.
Flossie interrogated Glenn’s team members’ abilities one by one and, based on some of Glenn’s suggestions, divided them into three groups.
She, Belinda Nichols, Jessie Grain, Iris Dukes, plus Sandy Cruz in one group.
Glenn, Willie Ash, Rowdy Brightwill, Dallion Collins in another group.
The remaining few automatically formed a group, and unexpectedly, Dixon Garrison was tasked with communications like Sandy Cruz and Jessie Grain.
Flossie’s group was responsible for infiltrating the area to observe favorable geographical positions.
Glenn’s group conducted observations near the target, discussing the breakthrough plan for their nighttime operation.
The remaining group stayed put, guarding their supplies and firearms.
"How’s it?"
After assigning people, Flossie knocked on the tree trunk nearby and asked Glenn.
"It’s great."
Glenn curved his lips, praising her wholeheartedly.
Except for a few personnel assignments differing from his own thoughts, Flossie’s arrangements were mostly as he had imagined.
Glenn paused slightly.
"Hmm?" Flossie raised an eyebrow in confusion.
Glenn gave her a meaningful look, "Are you sure you want Joy Duke in our group?"
"Is that not okay?" Flossie asked curiously.
Pausing as if realizing something, she emphasized, "I trust Sandy Cruz more."
Between Sandy Cruz and Joy Duke, choosing is a no-brainer.
Anyone would opt for the more familiar and harmonious Sandy Cruz.
Glenn glanced at her again, showing a bit of helplessness.
He hadn’t planned on competing with Flossie for Sandy Cruz.
The problem was—
Why does this woman seem indifferent to him?
"Uh," Flossie furrowed her brows, seeming to finally understand, and hesitated for a moment, "Then, switch Dixon Garrison with Joy Duke?"
— End of Chapter 1873 —