Chapter 681
Chapter 681: Episode 019- Stop Talking if You Are Dead (3)
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Flossie Wright and Belinda Nichols locked eyes, with Belinda’s hand delicately finding its way to the doorknob.
They began to count down in tandem.
Three, two, one.
Belinda’s hand swiftly turned.
Caught off guard by the sudden unlocking and opening of the door, two enemy soldiers passing by were taken aback. However, their professional training kicked in before their brains had a chance to register what was happening, and they quickly prepared to fire their automatic rifles at the target.
Two figures leapt out like lightning, rushing towards them at an unreactable speed.
Flossie Wright caught one soldier’s wrist, and with a swift diagonal pull, the man’s strength was cut off, causing his Type 95 automatic rifle to fall. Simultaneously, Flossie spun around, her leg fiercely sweeping into his chest, forcefully stopping his attempt to fight back and pushing him back several steps.
An angrily muttered curse filled the corridor but lacked the rough brashness typical of male soldiers.
That voice came to an abrupt end in short order.
Dim light illuminated the corridor, casting a soft haziness.
A chromed dagger whipped through the air, carrying a chilly aura, pressing against the throat of an enemy soldier pinned against the wall by Flossie Wright.
Beneath two furious stares, Flossie Wright frowned slightly, scanning over the stranger, and saw a quintessentially female face.
The woman looked fairly ordinary, with a soft countenance devoid of masculine rigidity-even the glare in her eyes lacked harshness.
It was a female soldier.
Raising an eyebrow, a hint of amusement darted through Flossie’s eyes as if she’d just figured out something.
Next door ... weren’t there a group of female soldiers?
However, before she could question the soldier, a familiar silhouette flashed in the corner of her eye.
Sniper rifle!
"Fall back!"
Glancing at the freshly subdued enemy soldier, Flossie didn’t mince her words.
The very next moment, a shot rang out, a cold trail slicing through the air.
Flossie Wright tossed aside her knife, grabbed the collar of the female soldier, and retreated at top speed, while instinctively pushing the soldier in front of her towards the direction of the shot.
With a "bang," the half-open door was slammed open. Flossie was the first to enter the previous room, with Belinda quickly following, and the female soldier was practically dragged inside by her.
Another "bang" echoed as a bullet lodged into the wall, and the door was violently shut.
Then, locked.
Only when everything was secure did Flossie turn her attention to the current situation.
The room was filled with a plume of smoke, emanating from the female soldier she’d just pulled in.
The sniper hiding on the stairs had aimed for Flossie, but had hit this unfortunate female soldier instead.
At this moment, the female soldier was glaring at Flossie as if she were her sworn enemy. With the intensity of her gaze, it seemed as if she wanted to cut Flossie into a thousand pieces, clearly expressing her deep dissatisfaction.
Flossie, who was under this intense scrutiny, gave her a cold look.
"You’re dead. Don’t speak."
Flossie’s voice was chilly, adding an eerie coldness to the already frigid night.
The female soldier was infuriated. She tried to push herself off the ground but found Flossie stepping forward, leaning down towards her with a chilling dagger pressed against her throat.
"You are dead."
Each word colder than the one before.
The female soldier wanted to argue, but a sudden shiver silenced her.
She looked up slightly, only to meet Flossie’s icy eyes. Those eyes were long and gorgeous, but they gave off an intimidating sense of dread.
Terrifying, cold, murderous.
That was the female soldier’s first impression.
— End of Chapter 681 —