Chapter 89
Chapter 89 Episode 008: Bloody Incident Caused by a Dishcloth (2)
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Becca Reyes, who stood still, saw Captain Lin pass by. Feeling a chill, she was startled. By the time she reacted, all she saw was the proud back of Captain Lin. She couldn’t help but click her tongue in admiration after a moment’s pause.
No wonder this captain was so fierce with them. He behaved the same way in front of his superiors.
"Old pal, don’t be so volatile," the Navy team’s captain remarked upon seeing him, his face subtly changing and softening his tone to be more conciliatory.
Captain Lin stood firmly before him, not giving him any sign of appeasement. "What’s it to you? You blatantly steal my cooking class member, and I’m not allowed to get angry?!" he questioned.
"We didn’t steal from you," Winsley Scott retorted, quite insolently. "She’s just a cooking class member, we wouldn’t accept her."
After Winsley finished speaking, Captain Lin’s menace seemed to intensify, and the whole cafeteria fell into an eerie silence.
Rowdy Brightwill, sitting nearby, pressed his forehead in frustration, wishing he could sew Winsley’s mouth shut. That mouth was nothing but trouble!
"Hmm, indeed our cooking class members are inferior!" Captain Lin’s face was as dark as the bottom of a wok, his suppressed anger evident in his tone. The words grating out through his teeth were chilling. He turned towards Flossie Wright, displeasure evident, "What are you still dawdling for? These men are full, get to cleaning up the dishware!"
Indeed, combatants were thorns in the side of the cooking class. Many people exaggerated the gap between the two, and soldiers on the front line had their pride.
But such words can be said behind closed doors, not in front of a cooking class captain.
No matter how tough you are, don’t you still need to rely on him for food?
Winsley knew he had misspoken as soon as the words left his mouth. His head hung low in an awkward attempt to apologize, but pride held him back, so he could only stare hopefully at the captain. However, all he received was an icy glare.
"Thirty laps, no training until you finish," the captain sternly said. He then stood up from his seat and gave a weighty pat on Captain Lin’s shoulder. "Old buddy, we were wrong this time, we’ll make it up to you later."
Having said that, he directly left.
The remaining Frogmen, seeing their captain depart, dared not linger for fear of bearing the brunt of Captain Lin’s ire. They disappeared from the cafeteria in a puff of smoke.
Meanwhile, Willie Ash slipped back to his camp secretly, glancing at the now busily tidying Flossie Wright. He approached Glenn Hutchinson ingratiatingly, "Captain."
"Double training this afternoon." Glenn didn’t even spare him a glance.
"Captain, I didn’t mean to—"
Glenn’s unequivocal tone utterly crushed Willie’s plea for leniency.
In fact, Willie didn’t genuinely intend to recruit Flossie. He simply didn’t want those navy seals to get their way.
He had seen the target paper that Rowdy Brightwill had shot — five bullets, one hole, impressive for a new soldier. Still, it was only a hundred-meter prone shooting, a standard anyone in their group could reach. Perhaps under suitable conditions, Flossie Wright could be excellent, but she was not currently capable of training with them.
Moreover, he believed that even if Flossie were given a choice, she wouldn’t accept any invitation.
In short, he was merely there for the spectacle, but he never expected the captain to be so heartless, doubling the already exhausting daily training!
Soon, Glenn Hutchinson’s team left in quick succession. The matter of inviting Flossie Wright came to a decisive end. It allowed the hungry new soldiers to regain their senses and continue shoveling food into their mouths like famished demons. Even Janice Wood, who was worrying about Flossie Wright, resumed eating after greeting Flossie.
However, not long after, a whistle sounded from the entrance, ending their frantic meal.
"If you’re not out in ten minutes, are your asses growing into the cafeteria stools? Do you need a 5,000-meter run to speed you up ?!"
Along with the shrill whistle, the stern Military Officer who brought Flossie Wright and her group the day before walked in. He roared and hissed at the newbies, frightening them into abandoning their utensils and hightailing it out, fearful that lingering would get them caught by this cold-faced officer.
Flossie Wright and Becca Reyes cleaning the tables simultaneously stopped. They shared a glance, seemingly in sync, with a hint of sympathy for the newbies.
In less than ten seconds, only Flossie Wright and Becca Reyes were left in the cafeteria.
Becca Reyes, holding a rag, surveyed the messy cafeteria and complained, "Damn it, so many dishes. Are we the only ones washing?!"
With that, she flung the rag behind her. But because she used too much force, it slipped from her fingers, flying backward—
Standing opposite her, Flossie Wright watched the dirty rag that had wiped tables fly towards the incoming female soldiers, and then accurately land on one of their faces.
— End of Chapter 89 —