Chapter 1903
Chapter 1903: Joining the Ten-Thousand-Update Push — New Novel Seeks Bookmarks (5)
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The man glanced at her but took the wild pear with a cold face.
Flossie Wright started eating first.
Soon, the man began to eat as well.
"Robbery or murder?"
Brushing aside the branches obstructing her view, Flossie asked the man while keeping an eye on the situation.
He gave her a cold look, but the man said nothing.
Flossie shrugged indifferently.
"I’m in charge of killing," Flossie said, tossing the fruit shell aside and flexing her fingers, eyebrows raised at the man. "If you want to rob, I’ll leave the stuff to you."
With that, she prepared to slip away.
The man frowned immediately, grabbing her shoulder to stop her, and then questioned with a dark face, "Do you know who they are?!"
"Bailey Maynard?"
Flossie raised her eyebrows casually.
The man scrutinized her closely.
A moment later, he asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?"
"A passerby." Flossie shrugged, looking at the increasingly dangerous look in the man’s eyes, and then added, "A passerby who dislikes Gavin."
The man furrowed his brows tightly.
As if trying to discern the truth of Flossie’s words.
With a hand raised, Flossie removed the hand on her shoulder, then smiled and asked, "So, what do you want?"
"This is none of your business," the man said coldly.
"Killing them is not an issue?"
"If you have the skill," the man replied lightly.
Besides a small dagger hanging at the waist, there were no other weapons.
𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
One against seven.
He wasn’t very confident in this woman’s abilities.
Flossie did not mind.
She turned to leave, her figure vanishing into the dense jungle.
At first, the man tracked Flossie’s position by the movement of branches, but after observing for a while, there was no trace beyond the swaying of grass and trees by the wind.
Thus, Flossie disappeared under his very nose without a trace.
The man’s expression grew increasingly grave.
It’s not that he hasn’t seen skilled people before.
The only way to produce such skill is through professional training.
Right now, this woman in casual clothing is an enigma. Whether she is good or evil is unclear...
She’s either a top assassin or this country’s special forces.
Five minutes later.
Flossie squatted on the ground, looking at a corpse lying there.
Clearly, he was out of luck.
As a sniper, he was lurking nearby, but his professional skills were not good enough, so Flossie detected him and took out this rookie from behind.
A single throat slit.
No chance of survival.
Crouching beside him, she checked his breathing to confirm he was completely dead before she started looting his weapons and equipment slowly.
Have to admit, Gavin is quite good at deceit; at least everyone in Bailey Maynard’s group is well-kept, and their weapons and equipment are top-notch.
After taking down the SVD Sniper Rifle and slinging it over her shoulder, Flossie began going through the other items on his body.
She had left with nothing.
Firstly, she truly didn’t want to bring anything.
Secondly, it’s the national situation here; taking guns out of the Forces is no minor offense, and carrying her own dagger could easily cause trouble on the road.
The dagger on her now was something she bought casually in West Town for self-defense.
— End of Chapter 1903 —