Chapter 1885
Chapter 1885: Paying with Life as Compensation? (Part 1)
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Without caring about the injuries on her face, Flossie Wright took the lead in the front and began the search operation with Glenn Hutchinson.
Most of the people on the first floor had been cleared out. Even if there were a few remaining, Belinda Nichols and Jo Finch would surely resolve it, so the two of them went up to the second floor to start searching the rooms upstairs.
There were four floors in total, with quite a large area, and Flossie Wright had identified five targets.
However, accidents were bound to happen.
So Flossie Wright and Glenn Hutchinson started searching the rooms on the second floor one by one that hadn’t been searched yet.
During this period, they encountered one or two scattered enemies, all of which were swiftly taken care of by the two.
Several consecutive rooms were empty, but as they approached a room near the corner, Flossie’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.
At the same time, Glenn Hutchinson, on the other side of the door, made a hand gesture at her while holding a gun.
Frowning slightly, Flossie Wright nodded to him.
So, Glenn Hutchinson kicked the door open.
Flossie Wright entered the room first, holding her gun tightly, and the sound of the gun being assembled immediately reached her ears.
Gripping the rifle tightly, Flossie Wright pinpointed the target through the night vision goggles and swiftly pulled the trigger.
The sound of bullets piercing through flesh was muffled and sorrowful.
Three shots were fired in succession.
One shot hit the forehead, two shots hit the heart, ensuring certain death.
At this moment, Glenn Hutchinson also pulled the trigger, eliminating another person wielding a weapon.
"Ahh——"
In the next moment, they heard a heart-wrenching scream.
Afterward, there was the sound of crying and shouting in the local language, calling out their names.
Instantly, both of them froze in their movements.
Flossie Wright and Glenn Hutchinson exchanged a glance.
Soon, their gazes swept around the room.
A girl in her teens stood in the corner, letting out a devastated scream, her shoulders trembling — perhaps out of agitation or fear — her whole body shaking, and in those jet-black eyes, a hatred erupted that Flossie Wright found all too familiar.
A hatred that penetrated deep into the bones.
A hatred ingrained into the very marrow.
A hatred that was nearly maddening.
She glanced at the two people who were shot, a man and a woman, seemingly middle-aged. Judging by the situation, they were probably her parents.
Flossie Wright furrowed her brows tightly.
Why was there a girl here?
Though they were local people, they held lethal weapons and intended to shoot, so they were not considered accidental injuries.
Besides, in such a place, apart from those taken as hostages among the Eastlandia citizens, all others were targets to be eliminated.
They were people working for their nation.
Even so, they tried their best to safeguard the interests of other countries.
They weren’t wrong.
Flossie Wright’s actions slowed down slightly.
She couldn’t help but think of herself.
Seven years ago, her family was exterminated; her parents similarly died right before her eyes with the exact same bullets, yet she, without any weapon, could only watch helplessly.
Later, it was thanks to someone intentionally going easy on her that she survived.
Suddenly, she recalled that feeling.
Almost instinctively, Flossie Wright glanced to the side, catching a glimpse of Glenn Hutchinson’s figure.
He stood nearby, his eyes and brows obscured by the night vision goggles, with only his nose and lips visible, casting a deep silhouette. He was not holding his gun ready, and the muzzle was even slightly directed away from the girl.
It was a rare posture, unlike his usual professional demeanor.
She vaguely felt that he was hesitating, perhaps even a bit sorrowful.
— End of Chapter 1885 —