Chapter 70
Chapter 70: Episode 037 - Revealing and Evaluating One’s Skills (3)
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As luck would have it, Glenn Hutchinson was still instigating by the side, sincerity seemingly painted on his face, "I have you guys to thank for that."
Flossie Wright frowned unhappily.
"Flossie Wright, your tent is set up."
Before Flossie could lash out, Rowdy Brightwill, who had been observing the situation all this while, walked over. As he spoke, he rested a hand on Flossie’s shoulder, at the same time he glanced defiantly at Glenn Hutchinson.
However, Glenn Hutchinson who saw all of Rowdy’s actions, didn’t pay any attention to his provocations.
"Thank you."
Flossie responded casually and quickly got up from the ground and headed towards the tent that was already set up.
However, this cold reaction from her made Rowdy quite frustrated. He glared angrily at Flossie’s retreating figure. Soon, he shot a glance towards Glenn Hutchinson, took a seat at Flossie’s former spot.
"She’s my fiancée." Rowdy Brightwill impatiently blurted out, with a hint of warning in his tone.
Glenn Hutchinson stared, looking genuinely surprised, but his confusion lay more on the relationship between Flossie and Rowdy Brightwill. It was apparent that Rowdy Brightwill was the only one harbouring these feelings.
After a pause, Glenn Hutchinson ignored Rowdy Brightwill’s anger and lazily countered, "But you’re not married yet, right?"
Silence filled the air. Rowdy Brightwill watched Glenn Hutchinson’s serene face and tried to decipher whether his words were genuine or not. The more he observed Glenn, the fiercer the rage in his chest grew.
"...Damn it!"
Cursing unexpectedly, an infuriated Rowdy Brightwill got off the ground and kicked over the stack of firewood beside him.
"Winsley Scott, let’s go!"
Without waiting for Winsley Scott, who was interacting with Janice Wood, to respond, an impatient Brightwill dragged him away by the collar. Any onlooker could tell he was fuming.
"What just happened?" Janice looked bewilderingly at them as they left and then turned to ask Flossie.
Flossie casually gauged the situation and carelessly commented, "He’s lost his mind."
Having said that, she prepared to enter her tent.
Janice, who was still deep in thought, quickly stopped her, "Flossie, there’s something I need to tell you."
Flossie paused, glancing at her with a questioning gaze.
"I’ve asked around from our batch. The last stop for Jocelyn Carrington is the same as yours. You need to be careful."
Janice’s face was hard with concern. Tomorrow, she would go on her route and Flossie won’t be with her. She was rather worried about Flossie’s promise to Jocelyn Carrington.
Three bullets... that was no child’s play.
"Understood."
Flossie nodded, but it was quite clear that she didn’t take the matter seriously.
With a resigned sigh, Janice gave up.
Two days later.
The sky was cloudy, indicating the arrival of a major storm.
A gusty wind carrying a damp smell of the sea rolled in. The rustling of trees could be heard as their branches swayed back and forth. The dead grass, kneehigh, was swept flat by the strong wind.
Such weather was a calamity. The gusty wind made it impossible to even keep one’s eyes open.
Just before the downpour, Flossie Wright finally reached the last mark.
Since parting from Janice Wood, Flossie had been acting independently. Given that she never took this field survival training seriously in the first place, she was even lazier when acting alone. She procrastinated till the last minute when the training was about to end, before rushing to the last spot.
The outdoor survival training would end tomorrow morning at seven.
It was currently half past six.
"What can we do? The wind is so strong and it’s so dark. It’s impossible!"
Hearing the faint sound of anxiety, Flossie furrowed her brows. After bending her path and walking closer, she saw the anxious female soldiers standing under the tree.
Following the tree trunk upwards, the flitting red color immediately caught her attention. Upon closer look, she found that they were red balloons tied to the branches with a rope. Amidst the raging wind, she could vaguely see strip of paper fluttering inside the balloons.
This must be the last mark they had to find.
But Flossie only looked for a few moments before her gaze shifted and she looked in a different direction.
"Flossie Wright!"
A voice filled with rage, as well as the sound of a machine gun being loaded, reached her ears. Camped out and waiting for a while, Jocelyn Carrington held a gun in her hand, its black muzzle pointed directly at Flossie.
— End of Chapter 70 —