Chapter 1884
Chapter 1884: Assault (Part 3)
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This silence didn’t last long.
The place is heavily guarded. They can ensure a swift breakthrough, but when encountering a team nearby, fist and feet combat naturally loses control of the situation.
Without a gun, the opponent will definitely feed them bullets.
Thus, three minutes later, the first gunshot rang out in the silent house.
This was followed by continuous gunfire.
At the same time, Flossie Wright and Glenn Hutchinson’s earpieces continued to receive messages of "successfully cleared."
Flossie had already surveyed this house with multiple ambush points, assigning Glenn’s team to clear all possible hiding places.
And once all those points were cleared, the ensuing mission would be much easier.
Everyone in the building was on high alert.
Blood splashed and wet her palm, the grip on the military knife was unstable. Flossie thrust the knife into the last person’s heart, then fiercely pulled it out.
After wiping her palm dry, she grasped the military knife tightly in her hand again.
After dealing with his own target, Glenn Hutchinson naturally came up behind her.
Surveying the corridor, Flossie raised her eyebrows slightly when she only saw bodies lying everywhere, then softly asked, "Did we separate?"
"Pretty much," Glenn replied deeply, "Rowdy Brightwill and Joshua Bailey went to the third floor to assist."
"What about the hostage?"
Flossie frowned, drawing a pistol from her waist.
"Not found yet," Glenn succinctly answered.
"Someone’s coming."
Putting the military knife back, the pistol spun a few times in her palm, and then Flossie took down the rifle slung over her shoulder.
"Stay safe," Glenn softly reminded.
She replied absentmindedly.
Soon, squads dashed out from the corners on both sides of the hallway!
At the moment they appeared, Flossie began to aim while observing.
Five people, all carrying lethal weapons.
Slightly squinting her eyes, Flossie curled her lips, then without hesitation, pulled the trigger.
Though the rifle doesn’t have many bullets, not as explosive as a submachine gun, it was enough for Flossie to eliminate them at a rate of one bullet per second.
Avoiding along the wall but facing them head-on, without any suppressive fire, she managed to take out the lead attacker with each shot.
Five seconds, just right.
The moment Flossie stopped, the gunfire behind her also subsided.
Turning to see, only Glenn stood upright in the hallway.
Glenn happened to look back.
Upon seeing her, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Striding toward her directly.
"Where to?"
With her grip on the rifle unchanged but avoiding Glenn’s direction, Flossie coolly asked Glenn.
She had already searched two marked areas, and some of their men were injured, but still hadn’t located the hostage.
He didn’t answer directly but stopped right in front of her.
"Does it hurt?"
His finger touched her cheek, Glenn’s eyebrows furrowed tightly.
When touched, she felt intense pain, Flossie’s brows instantly furrowed.
Avoiding Glenn’s touch, Flossie explained.
Just in a scuffle with someone moments ago, a knife had brushed against her, but it was merely a scratch, not deep enough to concern her.
During the fight, she hadn’t noticed it, but unexpectedly, it hurt this much.
"Poisoned."
Looking at the bruised area around the wound, Glenn said.
"Hmm," Flossie nodded, not overly concerned, "I’ll deal with it after the mission."
— End of Chapter 1884 —