Chapter 763
Chapter 763 Episode 038 Crashing the Scene (4)
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Guns are inherently taboo.
Even in the underworld where they operate, not just anyone can get their hands on a gun. Therefore, they’d rather engage in physical fights than confront such lethal weapons.
"I suddenly don’t want to join you anymore."
Her eyebrows raised slightly, a smile lingering on Flossie Wright’s lips.
The man’s expression darkened, "Then what do you want to do?!"
She scoffed, stepped forward, and put the barrel of her gun to the man’s forehead.
"Do you know what day it is today?"
She asked, each word delivered in a chilling tone.
The man trembled.
At the start, he didn’t comprehend, but upon remembering today’s news that shocked the entire country, even the world, he instantly realized.
After a momentary hesitation, he looked at Flossie, with slightly diminished confidence, "The Vernon earthquake."
In fact, anyone who has a gun pointed at them would have their confidence lacking, no matter what they say.
Her face suddenly turned cold, Flossie furrowed her brows, icy as a frost, "What are you guys doing?"
"We...are just doing our business..."
The man started equivocating, only to stop abruptly as he felt the cold air blowing towards him.
Suddenly, he realized something.
The earthquake in Vernon, a national disaster.
And yet, they were indulging in pleasures as usual, continuing to profit. The pub was still filthy and chaotic, the customers immersed in their indulgences...
When he met Flossie’s mocking gaze, he was suddenly sure of it.
What does this have to do with her, um, with this woman in front of him?
In their line of work, who would halt their business over such matters? Yet why did she specifically target their pub?
Composing himself, the man tried to ask calmly, "So, what do you want?"
"Shut down."
It was brief and clear.
"This is a natural disaster, not our fault," the man said, attempting to maintain his composure, "Also, even if you stop us, this city is full of pubs, many involved in drug deals. How could you possibly stop them all?"
"Just your bad luck," Flossie’s eyes narrowed slightly, full of arrogance, "You just happened to get on my nerves."
The man was clearly at a loss for words.
Pissed off...
Just like that?
At this moment, all the bodyguards had faces that conveyed their frustration.
Because she was upset, they all had to humor her, even sustaining injuries while doing so?
Even the bartender and the man Flossie was pointing the gun at couldn’t help but mutter curses to themselves, affronting her ancestors eighteen generations back.
But they were helpless.
Flossie had a gun and a hostage, so they had to follow her orders.
Thus, under the man’s helpless prompting, the bodyguards started to usher all the customers out the door.
The customers wanted to curse, but were scared off by the weapons the bodyguards held and could only scramble out the door silently.
Under the city’s night sky, a blend of tranquility and noise.
The wind was cool.
As soon as Flossie stepped out of the pub, the night wind blew int her face, nearly blowing off her cap.
"Shh——"
The shrill whistle broke the silence.
Looking in the direction of the sound, Flossie saw a luxury motorcycle and Marcel Smith, who was sitting on it, waving at her.
The street lamp lit up his young and handsome face. His smile was cheeky, with no trace of panic or remorse, only a sense of nonchalance.
Not bothering to question him further, Flossie shrugged her shoulders and walked over.
Her shadow fell on the cold tiles, and under the pull of the light, it stretched longer and longer.
Taking the helmet Marcel handed her, Flossie placed one hand on his shoulder. With one swift movement, she swung her long leg over the motorcycle’s rear seat and comfortably settled behind him.
"Hold on tight."
With a light-hearted remark, Marcel grabbed the handle of the motorcycle, started it up, and rode it from the street into the flow of traffic and sped away.
At the entrance of the pub.
A young man dressed in bodyguard clothing watched Flossie and Marcel leave, his forehead furrowed in deep thought.
After a while, he turned to the bodyguards that were approaching and said something, then walked into a nearby store.
On the way, he made a phone call.
"Boss, I encountered someone..."
Inside a small room.
A desk and chair were set up by the window with a laptop on the table. A sofa and a coffee table were placed against the wall on the right side littered with three half-eaten midnight snacks and a bag of apples.
Except for these, there was nothing else.
Austin Shepherd was standing at the window, taking a call, while Nathan Foster and Nancy Phillips sat on the sofa, expressionless.
After a while, Austin finally finished the call and hung up.
"What’s the situation?" Nathan stood up as soon as Austin returned, asking seriously.
"Hm," After thinking for a bit, Austin said, "It’s all right."
They had received a message about Flossie creating trouble while they were eating their late-night snacks. However, the police notification did not clarify the situation, so they asked Austin to get a detailed account.
The anxious wait during the inquiry was nerve-wracking.
"Tell us in detail!" Nathan furrowed his brows, impatiently.
"Well," After a pause, Austin put his phone back in his pocket and explained, "She didn’t cause any real trouble, and the people at the pub didn’t dare to mess with her. It seems she went to the pub to spy on them. She claimed that she was in a bad mood and ended up stirring up a hornet’s nest in the pub."
"Doesn’t she know what she’s doing?!" Hearing this, Nathan exploded in anger.
As a soldier, how could she act so recklessly without self-awareness?
"I think, well, it’s somewhat understandable." After a pause, Austin frowned, "When a disaster befalls our compatriots, and we, um, see people indulging in extravagant lifestyles and criminal activities, like drug use, we would probably find it hard to hold back."
Austin spoke hesitantly.
He was contemplating.
Contemplating whether Flossie’s actions were in line with his conjecture.
After all, Flossie wasn’t impulsive. She always took adequate precautions. If this incident arose purely out of her anger, Austin was somewhat skeptical.
But that was the only possibility.
So, Austin chose to believe it.
"But she..." Nathan sighed, voicing his doubt, "She doesn’t seem like that kind of person."
Austin raised his eyebrow, looking back at Nathan.
Perhaps anyone who had interacted with Flossie would find it hard to believe that she could do such a thing.
At this moment, Nancy Phillips stood up too.
"You guys don’t need to worry about this. She’s now my soldier, and I’ll deal with it later."
Turning to them, Nancy’s face turned a bit cold. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and she looked quite annoyed.
— End of Chapter 763 —