Chapter 684
Chapter 684, Episode 020 Kiss Forcefully (3)
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"Very good." Austin Shepherd added, turning to look at him, "Better than we could have imagined."
They had witnessed Flossie Wright’s shooting skills before.
But the shooting in battle was vastly different from shooting at targets, games, or competitions.
In that urgent moment just now, Flossie Wright didn’t even have a chance to aim. She must have been shooting based on memory, taking aim just as she pulled the trigger.
Every shot hit its mark. It was flawlessly precise.
Perfect shooting skills.
"Did she train before?" Nathan Foster frowned.
Naturally talented sharpshooters exist, but the best sharpshooters are made from bullets.
And whenever Flossie Wright fired, one could swear she was battle-hardened...
"I’m not sure. They say she’s from a Military Aristocratic Family, so she probably had some training," Austin Shepherd said, toying with the pen in his hand, a faint smile in his eyes. "I wonder if you’ve asked Drake Easton. They say her shooting scores in the new recruit company were terrible, often off-target so that even if she scored perfect shots, people would think it was just luck."
"Hmm," Nathan Foster nodded slightly, "she was probably pretending."
"I didn’t believe it before," The smile in Austin Shepherd’s eyes became more pronounced, "but after interacting with her...with her character, I wouldn’t put it past her to play dumb in order to gain an advantage."
On this point, Nathan Foster wholeheartedly agreed.
Flossie Wright was the kind of person who would not show her abilities until necessary. She lacked the pride and vanity of a young person in their twenties. She didn’t brag about her achievements or abilities and didn’t flaunt them everywhere.
Many times, Nathan Foster felt powerless in front of her.
As if she were toying with him.
𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
"By the way, have you heard from Xu," Nathan Foster looked at the screen thoughtfully, suddenly saying, "it seems like Flossie Wright wants to become a sniper."
"Oh?" Austin Shepherd looked up, somewhat surprised, but then he laughed, "that’s good. Her personality suits it."
"But don’t you think she stirs up trouble easily?"
"Don’t worry, she knows her priorities."
Nathan Foster stared at the moving figures on the screen, his expression growing somber.
In truth, he couldn’t trust Flossie Wright at all.
He wouldn’t forget how she had caused him trouble when she first joined the cooking class.
Nor could he guarantee Flossie wouldn’t cause similar troubles in the future.
Understanding his worries, Austin Shepherd sighed helplessly, but he had no words to soothe him.
For some reason, he believed in Flossie Wright.
She might indeed be arrogant, but many times, she knew better than anyone else where to draw the line.
Office Building, the fifth floor.
After dealing with the patrol on the fourth floor, Flossie Wright and Belinda Nichols naturally came to the fifth floor.
Unlike the bright lights on the fourth floor, stepping onto the fifth floor was like stepping into darkness, their vision filled with nothing but shadows.
The loss of sight made their hearing even more acute.
Flossie Wright had just reached the top step when she heard a faint noise. Her pupils contracted rapidly, and she instinctively squinted to adjust her vision.
Belinda Nichols, right behind her, hesitated slightly.
In the darkness, on the blind spot of the camera, two figures were huddled together.
One struggling, one forceful, yet they were tightly entwined.
The figures were blurred, both were in the corner, but outsiders could easily make out their movements.
They were kissing.
After only two seconds, Flossie Wright frowned tightly.
Becca Reyes and Calvin Ramos.
Becca Reyes, who usually took the initiative, was the one being pushed. Calvin Ramos, who was usually gentle, was the one applying pressure.
Seeming to sense the movement on this side, a flicker of light caught Calvin Ramos’s eye. He showed no withdrawal or tension, and the corner of his mouth even curled up in a provocative smile, making a wicked display towards Flossie Wright.
He was not Calvin Ramos.
That was Flossie Wright’s first intuition.
Finally, Becca Reyes managed to break free. Her face was red as she panted slightly, staring fiercely at the familiar yet strange person in front of her. Without thinking, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face.
The crisp sound echoed through the hall.
In this deserted corridor, it was particularly dull.
Calvin Ramos, who was unexpectedly slapped, slightly turned his head. The handsome man’s brows knitted together, but there was no dissatisfaction to be seen. The corner of his mouth even curled into a faint smile. Under the dim light, his enchanting smile was inexplicably eerie.
Playful and indifferent.
Becca Reyes’s chest rose and fell slightly. As she looked up at the man in front of her, her expression was indescribably complex.
Hard to put into words.
The air seemed to freeze, and a tense atmosphere suddenly spread.
Flossie Wright and Belinda Nichols stood in place, their eyes falling on the other end of the corridor, watching from afar without making a sound or causing any disturbance.
"Tap, tap, tap-"
Footsteps suddenly came from behind in the stairwell.
In the occasional gunshot echoing from below, these intentionally light steps were muffled and scattered.
At the same time, Calvin Ramos glanced nonchalantly towards this end, grabbed Becca Reyes’s wrist, and immediately turned to dash down the stairs on the other end.
Becca Reyes shook forcefully but failed to break free.
The moment she was dragged away, she turned her face towards this end and made eye contact with Flossie Wright from afar.
Embarassed and awkward.
In an instant, Becca Reyes deliberately avoided eye contact.
Both figures had vanished around the corner in the blink of an eye. The sound of their footsteps heading downstairs could still be heard faintly.
"Let’s go up."
Turning her head, Flossie Wright spoke softly to Belinda Nichols and turned to climb the stairs to the upper floor at a faster pace.
Hesitating for a moment, Belinda Nichols glanced at the upper stairs, but by then, Flossie Wright was already several steps ahead.
Unable to delay, she could only follow suit.
This was the fifth floor, and above them was the empty rooftop.
However, as soon as they reached the top of the stairs, they saw the heavily sealed door.
"The door is locked."
After a glance, Belinda Nichols said in a low voice.
Just as she spoke, the footsteps from the fifth floor grew nearer.
— End of Chapter 684 —