Chapter 87
Chapter 87: Talk 007 - A Bunch of Starving Ghosts (2)
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Those actions, those looks, they seemed like they just came out of a refugee camp.
"They did have breakfast this morning, right?" Becca Reyes gaped at this group of "starving wolves". She even saw a few familiar figures among them, making her feel somewhat uneasy for no reason.
Exactly what kind of training had these people gone through that had left them looking like this...
Flossie Wright nonchalantly responded, her gaze sweeping over the entire cafeteria.
If she was not mistaken, aside from Glenn Hutchinson’s group who still managed to keep some composure, everyone else looked dreadful. The amphibious scouts were somewhat better off, but the new recruits who had just arrived yesterday had reached a state of "forgetting themselves", probably so exhausted that they were only able to think about obtaining food with their remaining energy, without any desire to eat.
Flossie Wright could relate to their tiredness, yet she couldn’t help being curious about their training.
The rookie squad was in a completely different league.
"Tsk, tsk, I don’t know whether coming here to feed the pigs is a stroke of luck or not." Becca Reyes sighed as she watched this group of soldiers devouring their food like "gluttons", clicking her tongue in disbelief.
But despite saying this, she was still somewhat discontent deep down.
In the rookie squad, Becca Reyes’s performance, though a little specialized, was pretty good. She excelled in technical areas like throwing grenades, shooting, and fighting, but her physical abilities were not the best. However, compared to Flossie Wright, she was definitely far better off.
Because she had some skills, she strongly objected to being assigned to feed the pigs in the cooking class. And now seeing her former comrades so exhausted, although she was a bit relieved that she wasn’t as tired as them, their suffering indicated that they were pulling farther ahead, and this gap would gradually become wider.
This difference, which would be hard for anyone with a slight ambition to accept, caused Becca Reyes to feel somewhat uncomfortable.
"Flossie Wright!"
Just when everyone was gobbling down their food, a low and resonating voice suddenly echoed, causing both of the people standing by the entrance to straighten their backs instinctively, before turning their heads towards the source of the sound.
Drake Easton.
And Rowdy Brightwill who poked his head out.
Unexpectedly meeting Drake’s stern gaze, she paused slightly, then without any hesitation, walked towards him.
The people around, hearing the commotion, glanced over one by one, but after a few glances, they returned their focus to their own lunches, not sparing much thought for Flossie Wright’s presence.
"Why are you in the cooking class?"
Seeing Flossie Wright, dressed in a white apron, walk over, Rowdy Brightwill was the first to ask. Sitting on a seat, he glanced up at Flossie Wright, his eyes filled with contemplation.
Theoretically, Flossie Wright’s overall scores would definitely not allow her to enter the Marine Corps.
However, Flossie Wright was a good shot. Whether it was him and Drake, or Abram Phillips, they all believed she had the potential of a sharpshooter, and with some training, she could possibly become a sniper. If placements were made normally, Flossie Wright would at least be assigned to an ordinary squad for regular training, and certainly wouldn’t be in the cooking class.
Rowdy Brightwill squinted his eyes slightly. Unless someone didn’t want her to participate in that sort of training.
"I was assigned."
Flossie Wright responded simply, though she had a rough idea about the reason.
The Wright Family had always been against her joining the Forces. However, since she was here now, it was inevitable. It was the perfect opportunity to facilitate interaction between her and Rowdy Brightwill by placing her in his team and the cooking class was also the most relaxed place, without strenuous training. This was indeed quite suitable for her.
"You’re Flossie Wright, the potential sharpshooter that Easton ’Lizi’ and ’A Zhi’ were talking about, right?" Suddenly, a man sitting in the center spoke. He was sporting shoulder insignia with two lines and a star, indicating he held a position of authority, but had a somewhat friendly smile on his face, seemingly approachable.
However, the soldiers sitting with him couldn’t help but shudder.
"I’m Flossie Wright." Flossie Wright frowned slightly, without emphasizing the so-called "potential sharpshooter".
The man examined Flossie Wright carefully, and laughed lightly, "What do you think, interested in doing your training with our snipers?"
Everyone around the table was startled, looking at the man as if they had seen a ghost. Some of their eyes widened in disbelief, and some even paused mid-chew.
"Yo, what’s going on here? You wouldn’t even let a cook go?"
Before people could react to their surprise, Willie Ash from the next table stood up, uttered a chilling sarcastic remark, then casually strolled over.
Leisurely, he approached Flossie Wright, his usually brooding face instantly breaking into a smile as radiant as a flower, "Well then, our snipers are much better, why don’t you come over to our side?"
— End of Chapter 87 —