Chapter 554
Chapter 554: Episode 087 - Cutting Off Your Own Retreat and Struggling for Survival (4)
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"Here’s a thought," Stuart Weston, who had been anxiously watching for nearly twenty minutes, and was soaked in sweat, suddenly nudged Becca Reyes with an elbow, and whispered sinisterly, "It’s understandable that a person with strong mental strength can stay calm in the face of danger, but Flossie Wright’s composure has reached a divine level. Is she even human?"
From the beginning, he didn’t worry much about Calvin Ramos. His attention was all on Flossie. Flossie’s consistent pace earlier could be explained by her having ample endurance, but the fact that she was still able to maintain her turtle-like pace after such a long time, not to mention her eerily calm demeanor, was about to drive Stuart mad.
That height, it’s enough to frighten the life out of anyone, not to mention make their heart pound irregularly. Yet there she was, daring to look down occasionally, as if she was admiring the beautiful view from above...
She’s not human, is she?!
"Less talking."
Becca Reyes didn’t even turn her head, her attention was still focused on the two figures on the rope.
Calvin Ramos was just about twenty meters away, not far off, but Flossie hadn’t even covered half the distance. Any heart would pound in anticipation.
Just then, something unusual occurred on the opposite side. The movement of the trees signaled tension, and before they could react, several figures emerged from the shadows.
"Don’t move!"
"Don’t move!"
Several pitch-black guns were raised, targeting them.
The situation escalated so quickly that it took Stuart and Becca a beat to react. But the first thing that came to their mind were Flossie and Calvin Ramos on the rope.
Being "killed" themselves wasn’t a pressing matter. There were still two people teetering on a rope. If they got scared or something, fell from that rope...
"What should we do?"
Without thinking, Stuart raised his own gun, aiming at the enemy soldiers across the way, then turned to ask Becca’s opinion.
"I have no idea!"
Becca’s brows were furrowed tightly as she raised her own firearm, which shook due to her extreme tension.
She just hoped that Flossie and Calvin could stay safe and not be disturbed by those Blue Army soldiers who had suddenly burst in. Just as Stuart said, their nerves were nowhere as composed as Flossie. In the face of sudden dangers, their anxiety and worry were evident.
Many times, our bodies don’t obey our brains.
Even if she was sure that the Blue Army at most would just shoot them a warning shot and definitely would not hurt them, she still couldn’t remain absolutely calm.
The Blue Army soldiers were also visibly shaken by the circumstances of the two people on the rope. After all, the situation was too precarious – one misstep, and it could result in loss of life. Since they were not actual enemies, they naturally didn’t want to witness the death of a comrade because of them.
"What should we do?"
The Blue Army soldiers echoed the same question to each other. They intended to discuss the right course of action, but a solution benefiting everyone was hard to find under such circumstances. An approach that would prevent accidents from happening, while also not allowing their prey to escape was simply impossible.
Any action from their part could result in an accident.
They could not be entirely sure that the two people on the rope had extraordinary mental fortitude and would not panic due to their sudden arrival, leading to an accidental fall.
Ordinary heights were fine, but this place... it was just too high.
"Do not move!"
During the discussion, one of the Blue Army soldiers noticed a slight movement from one of the figures on the rope. Immediately, he moved his gun and aimed it at the figure, shouting in a commanding tone.
"Damn it, stop shouting!"
Stuart, on the opposite cliff, was furiously yelling back at the soldier, using a louder voice.
At the same time, the soldier aiming at Stuart tightened his grip on his firearm and yelled back, "Put your gun down!"
The desolate cliff was filled with rough and deafening sounds. Accompanied by the cold wind roaring in the air, the sounds were swept up into the sky, leaving no trace behind.
The wind was starting to pick up and the rope suspending at both ends of the cliff was swaying more and more. The air was saturated with danger.
"Damn, look at that!"
Just then, the soldier pointing at Flossie suddenly widened his eyes and called his comrades to look at Flossie.
Flossie, who hadn’t stopped moving, had drawn out the military knife from her waist. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, she turned around suddenly. Her cold but beautiful face held a pair of shiny black eyes that hinted at a touch of insanity and amusement.
With a single swipe of her knife, the rope snapped.
In that instant, everyone’s heart seemed to lift. It was as if they themselves were plunging in reaction to the wind!
"Flossie——"
— End of Chapter 554 —