Chapter 910
Chapter 910: Episode 060 Unfortunate Events Strike One After Another (7)_1
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Flossie Wright went to the corridor to get her clothes. Since she hadn’t worn her coat before, it was still dry. The rest of her clothes had been airing out all night and were still a bit damp, so she simply took them all down and hung them by the bed for convenience when the wake-up call sounded.
Just as she hung the two hangers, Flossie Wright faced the bed, her brow furrowing slightly. She was considering whether to lie down for a bit longer when an icy hand reached out from somewhere and pressed directly against her forehead.
She was startled unexpectedly.
Stepping back, Flossie Wright avoided the hand, and when she looked up, she saw the person who had been on the upper bunk was now sitting up.
Outside, the street lights shone through the window, casting light directly onto Mariana Buck’s bed.
Her silhouette was hidden in the darkness, her right hand still in the motion of reaching out. When her gaze met Flossie Wright’s cold and calm eyes, there was a slight flicker, and then she withdrew her hand.
"Fever?" Mariana Buck raised an eyebrow, resting her hand on her chin, and asked in a low voice.
Lowering her gaze, Flossie Wright nonchalantly responded and then bent down to return to her bed.
Lie down, continue to sleep.
On the upper bunk, Mariana Buck thought for a moment, let out a soft chuckle, and didn’t take it too seriously. She turned over and began to sleep.
The wake-up call sounded right on time.
After resting for a couple of hours, her head didn’t feel as heavy as before. Flossie Wright got up and changed her clothes. Her movements weren’t much slower than before.
But—
𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
The morning exercise became a problem.
With sandbags tied to her legs and bricks in her hands, she ran two 5Ks, followed by ten 400-meter obstacle courses back and forth, and finally five 500-meter sprints.
Flossie Wright fell behind at the very end, barely overtaking two people with gritted teeth.
By the time she went to the cafeteria for breakfast, Becca Reyes was sweating on her behalf.
Injuries covered her body, which already slowed her down, and now that she had a cold and fever, it must have felt terribly uncomfortable to train.
Becca Reyes couldn’t help but worry. During the gaps in Flossie Wright’s meal, she checked all her wounds to ensure that the fever wasn’t caused by an infection from the wounds; only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"Can you hold on?"
Seeing Flossie Wright sweating profusely and stubbornly drinking her porridge, Becca Reyes couldn’t help but ask.
Looking up at her, Flossie Wright finished the last spoonful of porridge, her voice firm and strong, "I can."
She was physically complete, what couldn’t she do?
Thinking it over, Becca Reyes knew she couldn’t persuade her and ultimately shook her head, letting her persist.
The ten-minute breakfast ended, and the training continued.
The training schedule for these few days had hardly changed. After the physical drills, it was time for shooting practice.
The training mode was also unchanged.
Aim the gun at a hanging sandbag for an hour.
Shooting for an hour.
The sound of gunfire buzzed in her ears as Flossie Wright, motionlessly holding her gun, felt drowsy staring at the center of the target.
Her head was heavy, her muscles were sore and ached, and she just couldn’t muster any energy.
As her grip on the gun tightened, Flossie Wright’s eyes nearly closed, and of course, she dared not shoot at random, lest the bullet stray far from its mark.
"Feeling sleepy?"
In her drowsiness, a questioning voice suddenly drifted to her ears.
Part stern, part dissatisfaction, it struck right to the core.
Flossie Wright’s eyes snapped open.
Naturally, standing beside her was Nancy Phillips.
She was as tall as Flossie Wright, even slighter in build, standing there like a straight bamboo pole. With androgynous features, she frowned slightly while looking at Flossie Wright, as if nothing could satisfy her.
"Report!" Flossie Wright suddenly yelled.
"I’m feeling sleepy."
Her eyes slightly lifted, Flossie Wright answered honestly.
Nancy Phillips suddenly fell silent.
She really dared to say it!
Having been Flossie Wright’s Instructor for some time, but only starting to train her since yesterday, Nancy Phillips had paid extra attention to her for various reasons.
Unexpectedly—
The first day’s performance was quite good, and her results were fairly outstanding. It was only the second day, and she had suddenly changed; when aiming the gun at the swinging sandbag, she was drowsy and distracted. Now that they had started shooting, she was still standing there, unsure how many shots she had fired.
Nancy Phillips gazed at her with a fixed look and asked in a deep voice, "Can’t muster the energy?"
Flossie Wright squinted her eyes and didn’t speak.
"Fine, I’ll make you spirited." Forcing a smile, Nancy Phillips nodded her head and scanned the people practicing shooting around her. Spotting a figure, she raised her voice and called out, "Jessie Grain!"
Pistol ready, standing at attention, turning around, and trotting over all in one smooth motion.
Nancy Phillips raised an eyebrow and asked her, "How’s the training going?"
Although confused, Jessie Grain still nodded.
After a pause, Nancy Phillips’s expression became stern as she continued to ask, "Do you have the confidence to compete with her?"
Glancing slightly, Jessie Grain looked at Flossie Wright a few times, smiled kindly at her, then firmly nodded, "Yes."
Her voice was steady, not sounding bluster.
Jessie Grain, 25 years old, had been in the Forces for five years and was a top-notch Sniper in her original unit. She had participated in professional sniper training, achieving top-ranking results, and had earned significant honors in the Forces.
That was also why she held such a high military rank at her young age.
Nodding quickly, Nancy Phillips then called out, "Flossie Wright."
Gun slung over her shoulder, Flossie Wright stood at attention.
Looking at her gravely, Nancy Phillips spoke deliberately, "Beat her, and you can rest. Lose, and after finishing your bullets, run fifty laps on the training ground."
She was the Instructor, and everyone here was supposed to listen to her.
So, there was no room for dissent.
With a flicker in her gaze, Flossie Wright answered steadily.
However, no matter how upright she stood, looking up only made her world spin. She couldn’t focus at all.
With over three hundred people here, the competition between the two of them naturally wouldn’t disturb everyone.
Nancy Phillips left the supervisory task to Ciara Clark, then led Flossie Wright and Jessie Grain away.
Becca Reyes and others who had been closely watching Flossie Wright couldn’t help but worry when they saw Flossie Wright and Jessie Grain being taken away.
"Instructor Xu!"
From a distance, seeing a figure passing by, Becca Reyes tightly grasped the firearm in her hand and shouted loudly towards the distance.
This shout immediately startled a group of people around her.
What the heck?
— End of Chapter 910 —