Chapter 892
Chapter 892, Episode 058 - Inviting Trouble or Not (6)_1
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Such a headache!
"You shouldn’t have followed."
Upon regaining consciousness, the first thing I heard was a woman’s voice.
Her tone was icy and indifferent, creating a distance that spanned a thousand miles.
Quite familiar.
Lifting a hand, I massaged my forehead and began to recall with boredom...
"Where I choose to go is my freedom."
Soon, a man’s deep voice resounded, filled with awkwardness and dissatisfaction.
Eavesdropping from the corner, Flossie Wright arched her eyebrows, hazily guessing the other person’s identity.
"You have better places to be," the woman’s voice came again.
"Is that all you wanted to say?"
The woman’s voice then fell into sudden silence.
At the same time, Flossie let out a light cough.
After that, there was no more sound from the other side.
Not long after, on a small road a few meters away, a humming veteran darted by, not stopping his steps from appearing to disappearing, naturally not noticing that there was someone else beside the road.
Quickly, another set of footsteps sounded, light and mingling with the wind, soon disappearing without a trace.
Rubbing her hair, Flossie sat up and picked up the camouflage hat beside her to wear it.
Less than a minute later—
A figure emerged from the bushes, dressed in marine camouflage, stepping softly, but on such a cluttered grassland, there were still some slight noises to be heard.
Raising an eyebrow, I peered into the darkness and could barely make out a silhouette until the figure approached, allowing me to just discern the person’s features.
It was Jocelyn Carrington, the one who had beaten up Flossie, her new roommate.
When she arrived in front of me, the new roommate suddenly stopped and narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing me closely.
Sitting cross-legged on the grass, Flossie was covered in dirt from rolling on the ground, wearing a camouflage hat, and looking slightly upward, showing only her delicate chin, thin lips, and the bridge of her nose before vanishing into the darkness above.
The new roommate looked her up and down, finally resting her gaze on Flossie’s waist and commenting with a hint of coldness, "Nice knife."
Glancing down, Flossie scanned over the army knife strapped to her waist.
It was a gift from Glenn Hutchinson, which Derek Moore had passed on to her.
The blade was silver.
Cold Steel SRK.
Beyond mandatory training, she made it a habit to carry a knife, and with the thick grass on the mountain, it was more convenient to have it.
Withdrawing her gaze, Flossie looked up once again but didn’t respond to the compliment.
A nice knife?
If it caught her eye, it was naturally good.
The new roommate didn’t mind her silence; she looked down at Flossie, speaking indifferently, "Why did you warn us?"
Although it was just a simple conversation, arriving here and then meeting in secret in the middle of the night would inevitably bring about a bad impression.
Mixing male and female soldiers in training was precisely this kind of trouble.
Flossie was aware of the pros and cons.
So, why not give a warning?
"In a good mood."
Replying lazily, Flossie got up from the ground, her movements lacking the usual briskness.
I was tired.
Having been disturbed by the noise and woken up after less than half an hour of rest, Flossie’s limbs were weak, and her strength had not yet recovered.
However, as she stood up, she caught the scrutinizing gaze of the other person.
Raising the brim of her hat, revealing her narrow, beautiful eyes, Flossie arched her eyebrows, returning the look with a half-smile that contained a hint of sharpness.
The new roommate looked at her with a cold expression and, after a moment, she spoke, "Mariana Buck."
Introducing herself.
No sooner had Mariana finished speaking than a sharp light twinkled in her black eyes, and as she raised her gaze, a heavy sense of oppression bore down.
— End of Chapter 892 —