Chapter 1888
Chapter 1888: Making Amends with My Life (4)
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No one knows how long it took, or how long the voices in the earpiece had been urging him, but Glenn Hutchinson finally moved his brow, lifted his leg, and walked out.
The two returned to the Assembly Point, one in front and the other behind.
As soon as everyone saw them, they instinctively breathed a sigh of relief and quickly moved closer to them.
Originally intending to take the opportunity to tease a few words, they hadn’t yet opened their mouths when they sensed the sombre aura around the two and suddenly fell silent.
One by one, they were instantly scared into not daring to say a word.
Glenn Hutchinson came to the front of the team and, with a cold and indifferent voice, said two words.
The order was given.
His expressionless face severe, it was clear that he felt no joy from this victory.
Apart from a few particularly emotionally clueless individuals, Aaron Doom’s men were all sharp-witted and could see the problem’s root at a glance. However, the biggest reason they could think of was merely a disagreement or a minor quarrel between a couple.
They didn’t pay much attention to it.
Still, most of them did not dare to make any mistakes during the retreat operation.
That night, they retreated with a group of hostages amidst the gradually approaching pursuit soldiers. But they did not experience any firefights, primarily avoiding that group altogether.
If they didn’t have those defenseless hostages, they might have fought, but now their top priority was protecting the hostages’ safety, and retreat was imperative.
And until dawn, the nominal teams of Flossie Wright and Glenn Hutchinson had no further contact.
War and blood, everything was so real.
But every time her peripheral vision caught sight of Glenn Hutchinson, Flossie Wright couldn’t help but feel that everything was so unreal.
Like a joke.
By dawn, as they finally shook off the enemy’s pursuit, rescue finally arrived.
A helicopter.
Near the borderland, after experiencing the night’s war and escape, everything seemed so exhilarating, and all the unexpected excitement seemed to peak upon seeing familiar military uniforms on the helicopter.
Despite a tiring night, they remained enthusiastic and passionate.
Finally completed this mission!
Zero deaths!
Three injuries, but none serious!
A perfect mission, no less than this.
On the helicopter.
Listening to the intense discussions, Flossie Wright leaned against Belinda Nichols’s shoulder, feigning sleep, as if this could shield her from the constant attention falling upon her.
Belinda Nichols served as her pillow, remaining silent, sitting motionless in her seat, as if afraid of waking the sleeping Flossie Wright.
No one knows how long it took for the helicopter’s noise to gradually quiet down, as the battle-weary soldiers slowly fell asleep when suddenly a cry rang out—
"Emma, today is Army Day!"
A loud shout stirred up waves.
The soldiers who had been sound asleep, even those exhausted hostages, all opened their eyes and woke up.
Even Flossie Wright unconsciously lifted her eyelids slightly.
Belinda Nichols tilted her head and looked at her.
So, Flossie Wright left her shoulder and sat up straight.
"It’s great to make it back today."
"Oh yeah, we can celebrate when we get back."
"Ahh, I want to sleep..."
Suddenly, the helicopter was filled with noisy chatter.
— End of Chapter 1888 —