Chapter 1911
Chapter 1911: The Peacekeeping Forces Unsheath Their Blades (4)
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Without opening her eyes, Flossie Wright lazily responded.
Then she pulled down the brim of her hat, the wide-brimmed hat further concealing her face.
Sabastian put a finger to his lips, signaling Brody not to disturb Flossie Wright any further.
The Anonymous had only been established for half a year, and R, who had joined three months ago, had already become their second-in-command.
Some people’s status isn’t defined by time or experience. She had enough strength, excelling in every mission, never letting any brother down, and never leaving any brother behind. Imperceptibly, R’s status in their hearts had ranked right after Ice.
If not for this sniper with extraordinary shooting skills, their Anonymous might not have lasted until now.
Naturally, given this gratitude, the members were much more lenient with R, even paying her more attention.
As long as it didn’t interfere with the mission, R could do whatever she wanted.
They were willing to cooperate willingly.
Brody looked at Flossie Wright, then at Sabastian, understanding the gist, he nodded and kept silent.
Ten minutes later, the armored vehicle reached a rundown town.
The place was already occupied by the revolutionary forces, and the government army was overwhelmed three days ago; the nearby refugees had mostly fled from here.
And today, they had a mission here.
A relatively thrilling mission for them.
The armored vehicle appropriately stopped at the edge of the town.
Without attracting attention, it stopped at a slightly concealed spot, waiting.
Roughly ten minutes later, the sound of gunfire gradually approached.
Simultaneously, Brody and Sabastian exchanged a glance, tacitly standing up from their positions, guns in hand, quickly entering into a combat-ready state.
Only Flossie Wright, somewhat bored, lifted her eyelids without even glancing at the situation outside. Just listening to the dense interwoven gunfire felt somewhat dull.
She continued to close her eyes.
"Here they come!"
Suddenly, Sabastian called out softly.
The voice was filled with tension.
Only then did Flossie Wright fully open her eyes, looked through the window towards the direction from which the gunfire was coming.
Two members of Anonymous, almost arrogantly, laughed triumphantly, waving their spoils in one hand while the other held a rifle, firing indiscriminately for suppressive fire.
This was a near-manic state.
But in Anonymous, it was the most common condition.
Several people in Anonymous were so neurotic and recklessly daring, willing to do anything, disregarding even life-threatening dangers.
Seeing them, Brody and Sabastian each took up a position by the car window, standing guard.
As they approached separately, the car door suddenly swung open, and they swiftly darted inside.
At the same time, Brody and Sabastian took over their mission, using robust grip on their shoulders to shoot at the relentless pursuers behind, while the two reckless individuals, during the armored vehicle’s start, heartlessly threw a few grenades at them.
The armored vehicle started safely, speeding away.
— End of Chapter 1911 —