Chapter 2070
Chapter 2070: Instructor, Be Serious (Part 2-4)
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Leading a team was just a matter of passing by for Flossie Wright, especially since she leisurely walked at the back of the group, like she was just taking a stroll, without any burden at all.
Encountering such a laid-back Deputy Instructor, the trainees were quite distressed.
Holy crap, can we at least act serious?
𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
Or, could you at least spare them a few glances?
This attitude of completely ignoring them, acting like she’s just here to deal with things half-heartedly, compared to being scolded vigorously by the Instructor before, was even more uncomfortable, annoyingly uncomfortable!
Damn it, they’re elites, right? What about the promised sense of presence?!
Yet, the more they thought like this, the less Flossie paid them any mind, casually walking with her arms crossed, occasionally stopping to chat with passing Veteran Soldiers, rather than looking at them.
Shooting Range.
Flossie, who was trailing far behind the others, had just arrived when she heard Dallion Collins blow the whistle. The sharp "beep—" sound was quite jarring to the ears.
She walked over, without getting too close, planning to watch from the sidelines.
"Today, your Night Vice Officer will demonstrate for you."
Facing the neatly lined-up recruits, Dallion said without changing his expression, successfully shifting all the attention back to Flossie Wright.
Flossie, standing to the side planning to enjoy the show: "..."
So, all eyes turned to Flossie Wright, including those of the three tricky characters among the female soldiers, especially Nancy Phillips, whose gaze was burning, as if she were eager to see what skills Flossie had now.
Of course, Nancy didn’t know that she had never seen Flossie’s true skills before.
Flossie felt a bit of a headache, pushing up her cap brim, then raised her eyebrows at Dallion, "Demonstrate what?"
"Pistol, rifle, sniper rifle, three postures alternated, fifty meters, two hundred meters, five hundred meters, five rounds per magazine." Dallion stated calmly.
Flossie nodded slightly.
That was pretty reasonable.
As far as she knew, sniper training had only started two days ago, and their head-to-head match hadn’t begun yet; if she remembered correctly, the head-to-head policy would be implemented over the next couple of days.
She wasn’t sure what Dallion’s intention was, but since he had already handed the mission over, if Flossie refused in front of so many people, there would be no point for her to continue as Deputy Instructor.
Flossie clapped her hands and walked towards the guns prepared for her under so many watchful eyes.
Sure enough, they were all disassembled parts, and with just a glance, there were three types of pistols, an absolute hassle.
"Attention!" Dallion issued a command from behind, his voice simple and crisp, "Everyone, about face!"
Snap. Snap.
The sound of boot heels striking the ground echoed crisply and neatly in unison.
These were the elite among elites, naturally, their formation training couldn’t be lacking.
At the moment the sound stopped, Flossie suddenly felt countless stares concentrating on her back, the oppressive feeling of being watched by so many surged in from behind.
Flossie rubbed her nose.
A moment later, she turned that sense of pressure into thin air.
"Start timing." Flossie said to a soldier standing by to help.
The soldier instinctively responded.
Before his voice fell, the timer had already been pressed.
— End of Chapter 2070 —