Chapter 1908
Chapter 1908: Peacekeeping Forces, Razor-Blade Unsheathed (Recommended Read 1)
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Three months later.
Eastlandia, Aaron Base.
At the end of October, the weather gradually cooled, the scorching aura dissipated, and after nightfall, the cool autumn wind swept through the entire base, bringing a sense of vibrant autumn.
After dinner, Glenn Hutchinson went to the office.
Office, canteen, training ground— these are the places Glenn Hutchinson frequents most when there are no drills or incidents.
Wearing his training uniform, Glenn Hutchinson entered the room and removed his outer jacket, leaving only a short-sleeve shirt.
Walking to the desk, he was about to drape the jacket over the chair but inadvertently glanced at the desk ahead.
His gaze inexplicably dimmed.
The empty desk used to be his.
Ever since Flossie Wright became the captain and moved in, his spot was forcibly occupied, and he had to use Harris Caleb’s desk.
Meanwhile—
Apart from cleaning, no one moved her belongings.
Next to the closed laptop lay a stack of sniper data and her notebook; on the other side were envelopes still unopened.
Her writing was firm and powerful; even the next page was imprinted with her handwriting, still faintly discernible.
That was what she left behind when she wrote her "resignation letter" before leaving.
Lowering his head again, Glenn Hutchinson’s gaze scanned over his body.
There was a calendar.
He disliked items that recorded time the most.
This time, however, it was placed steadily on the desk, and on the detailed table for October, all previous dates were crossed out.
Three days remain until Flossie Wright’s three-month leave ends.
In three full months, he had not contacted Flossie Wright, not even a phone call.
The three-month term had arrived.
He was unclear about Flossie Wright’s situation, and he estimated he could not adhere to their agreement.
Lowering his head again, he glanced at the report beside him; the most conspicuous words "peacekeeping mission" caught his eye, causing his dense eyebrows to furrow.
This is where they needed to go this time.
It’s not a short duration, and dangers abound.
"Knock. Knock. Knock."
The open office door was rhythmically knocked.
Glenn Hutchinson turned his head, glancing toward the door.
It was Dallion Collins.
Then, with furrowed brows, he asked, "What’s the matter?"
"Captain, the time has been moved up," Dallion Collins walked over, handing the urgent documents to Glenn Hutchinson. He managed to maintain a certain calmness in his expression, but his speech was noticeably faster, "West Hare erupted in rebellion again. The war between government forces and revolutionary forces has created several towns of refugees, and we are required to depart earlier, at eight tomorrow morning."
Glancing at the document, Glenn Hutchinson nodded indifferently.
"Captain." Not in a rush to leave, Dallion Collins sized up Glenn Hutchinson beside him.
"What?" Glenn Hutchinson continued to ask.
After a brief pause, Dallion Collins considered and continued, "In our previous batch, there was a former comrade. A couple of days ago, he sent me some pictures. I think there’s one picture it’s still good for you to have a look at."
"What?" Glenn Hutchinson asked.
Touching his nose, Dallion Collins extended his other hand, handing the printed photo to Glenn Hutchinson.
Glenn Hutchinson took one look and suddenly froze.
For some people, just a silhouette is enough for you to recognize them.
To Glenn Hutchinson, Flossie Wright was such a person.
— End of Chapter 1908 —