Chapter 1886
Chapter 1886: Making Amends with My Life (2)
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When such a figure caught her eye, Flossie Wright paused for a few seconds, and in an unguarded moment, an unusual sense of familiarity flashed through her heart.
A fierce anxiety and resistance surged from her chest, she stood almost dazed on the spot, as if some force drained her strength, her hand gripping the rifle unconsciously dropped to her side.
At the same time—
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the girl standing in the corner suddenly pull out a gun, holding it with both hands, tremblingly aiming it towards Glenn Hutchinson.
There was a moment of blankness in her brain.
When the gunshot sounded, Flossie Wright suddenly snapped back to reality.
She was the one who fired.
Before the girl could pull the trigger, she raised her rifle and ended the girl’s life.
At the moment of awakening, the bullet hit the center of the girl’s forehead. Her eyes were wide open, her eyeballs almost bulging, staring intently at Glenn Hutchinson, within those dark and beautiful eyes remained hatred and despair that had yet to dissipate.
She fell heavily.
Yet, truly ending the girl’s life, Flossie Wright accidentally let out a breath of relief.
Living in such a place is more liberating through death.
Glenn Hutchinson turned his head towards her, the gaze hidden behind the night vision goggles seemed almost tangible as it fell upon her.
She sensed an unpredictable gaze, seemingly interwoven with many things, yet it was difficult for Flossie Wright to discern clearly.
"Should I not have fired?"
Flossie Wright asked slowly, word by word.
"No," Glenn Hutchinson’s words were affirmative.
Failing to shoot first was his mistake.
Here, they were merely weapons, not supposed to harbor any emotions.
Thought of her.
Flossie Wright took a deep breath.
For some reason, that cold breath seemed to condense in her lungs, stirring her chest, causing waves of pain.
Standing stationary, Flossie Wright tightly grasped the gun, hidden eyes behind the night vision goggles flickered a cold light, her voice was icy, each word chilling, "Seven years ago, you participated in that operation too, didn’t you?"
Word by word, slowly slipped through the blood-stained night.
Word by word, like the fiercest impact, smashing her heart harshly.
In that moment, Glenn Hutchinson’s figure involuntarily stiffened.
The initially questioning and bewildered Flossie Wright, upon seeing his silent stance, a flash of incredulous emotion passed through her eyes.
Was it really him?
A chill spread through her chest.
Watching Glenn Hutchinson’s attempt to move forward, Flossie Wright unconsciously took a step back.
Glenn Hutchinson halted his movement.
Flossie Wright stopped.
Both wore night vision goggles, unable to meet each other’s gaze, unable to read emotions from the eyes, and between them, they seemed completely frozen in that moment.
The continuous reports from the earpiece sounded.
Mostly good news.
At some point, Flossie Wright heard that they found the hostages, two were injured, no one died.
Yet, what should have been the most thrilling moment of this operation, Flossie Wright seemed numb, hearing all sorts of voices slide through the earpiece, with no emotion or reaction.
When absolute facts were laid out before her, Flossie Wright finally began to connect the previous puzzling dots together.
During their desert survival training, she was injured, Glenn Hutchinson insisted she leave, and indicated he already knew about Erina Taylor’s family’s massacre.
— End of Chapter 1886 —