Chapter 50
Chapter 50 Episode 026: To Trap and Be Trapped(2)
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"Buddy, need a break?"
Adjusting her breathing as she moved toward the finish line, Flossie Wright glanced to the side at the crowd that had been waiting for a while. She then asked Jamson Eldeanor, who was running beside her.
Sweat had soaked through Jamson’s uniform completely. His heavy body made each step of his run particularly challenging. Hearing Flossie’s voice, he looked at her with difficulty. Upon seeing the warm light in her eyes and the sweat sliding down her cheeks, creating a beautiful curve in mid-air, he bit his teeth harder.
Without responding to Flossie’s question, Jamson unconsciously quickened his pace.
Ever since he lost to Flossie, the worst female soldier, he had been the laughing stock of the male soldiers. Today, Stuart Weston had come up with a plan for him to redeem his honor. With the ruse of a "draw", they were hoping to catch Flossie off guard and win against her...
Clenching his fists, he looked at the crowd not far ahead. Gathering all his energy, he began sprinting, determined to leave Flossie behind.
"Go Jamson!"
"Go Flossie!"
The male and female soldiers, who were tired moments ago, cheered for them as they saw the two. The supportive words were like encouragement, uplifting Jamson’s spirit. He quickened his pace towards the finish line while Flossie, who had been by his side, disappeared.
Glancing at the empty spot beside him, Jamson couldn’t help but sigh in relief. But in the next moment, his peripheral vision stiffened completely...
Flossie, whom he thought he’d left behind, suddenly ran up next to him. As their eyes met, he felt an unequivocal mockery and challenge from her. His heart contracted brutally and, in the moment of his stunned pause, Flossie sped up, surpassing him in the blink of an eye.
A feeling of helplessness spread throughout his body. Recalling Flossie’s slow pace along the way, Jamson felt as if he had been toyed with from the start. He watched, wide-eyed, as Flossie easily passed the other two male soldiers and sprinted across the finish line. She was immediately surrounded by the jubilant female soldiers. The humiliation of being manipulated and the rage of being outsmarted intermingled, diluting his burning desire to win.
He had wanted to trap her, but got trapped instead ...
"Whistle—"
A whistle blew amidst the laughter of female soldiers and the silence of the male soldiers, immediately attracting everyone’s attention.
"Seems like everyone has had a good break," Rowdy Brightwill, looking annoyingly cocky, arrived once again. He clapped his hands, "In that case, according to the order of arrival, we’ll start shooting training right away."
As soon as Rowdy Brightwill finished speaking with a beaming smile, the completely worn-out recruits immediately started complaining. They gasped and moaned, expressing scorn for Rowdy Brightwill’s harsh training tactics.
Emergency assembly at night, a ten-kilometer cross-country march - they endured it all. But now when they were half-dead with exhaustion, they were dragged off to shooting practice...
Was this some sort of joke?
However, no matter how indignant they were, under Rowdy Brightwill’s threatening smile, they could only complain a few words before resigning themselves to follow his instructions. One after another, they headed towards the nearby shooting range, still carrying their heavy gear.
On the shooting range, the missing male drill instructor and Abram Phillips had been waiting for some time.
Rowdy Brightwill, in charge of this assessment task, casually held a roster standing next to Drake Easton, who was also not busy.
"Flossie Wright’s last two shooting scores were all thirty rings. Qualified."
Rowdy Brightwill, who had just looked at Flossie in the crowd, suddenly heard Drake Easton saying this seriously. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking at Drake Easton somewhat puzzled.
Drake Easton looked at him calmly, explaining, "I thought you’d ask."
Rowdy Brightwill touched his nose, suddenly feeling a bit guilty.
But all thirty rings?
Rowdy Brightwill was interested in this score and wanted to ask Drake a few more questions. However, the ringing of the mobile phone in his pocket timely interrupted him.
"Boss?" Rowdy Brightwill glanced at the contact name and effortlessly picked up the call.
"Hey Rowdy, you and Drake get ready. We’ll return in a few days. Hutchinson wants to have a match with us..."
— End of Chapter 50 —