Chapter 914
Chapter 914: The 61st Message from Hutchinson on Whatsapp (4)_1
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Rowdy Brightwill was momentarily speechless.
Many who have gone through the selection training have experienced such things.
Injuries, illnesses.
In the midst of pain and agony, they forge ahead step by step, enduring bit by bit, all the way to the present.
When it came to Flossie Wright, Rowdy Brightwill subconsciously dismissed the idea.
Personal emotions were too deeply involved.
He couldn’t help it; his heart ached, and he couldn’t stand to see her suffer even the slightest torment.
"Flossie Wright!"
Seeing that he remained silent, Nancy Phillips turned her head and called out sharply.
Flossie responded.
"Finish firing your rounds, then run fifty laps on the track," Nancy ordered.
Flossie’s expression was unchanged.
Having said that, she handed her gun to the person next to her recording the data, picked up her Type 95, and turned to leave the room directly.
Jessie Grain, with a cheerful demeanor, did the same, grabbing her gun before exiting.
Hearing "fifty laps," Rowdy Brightwill simply didn’t react in time. He only realized what had happened after she had left the room.
Suppressing his fury, Rowdy Brightwill questioned Nancy, "What fifty laps?"
"She lost, so she runs fifty laps. It’s what we agreed on beforehand," Nancy explained calmly, as if it made perfect sense.
"She’s sick!" Rowdy Brightwill clenched his teeth, anger rising.
Frowning, Nancy let out a cold laugh, "Promises must be kept. If she can’t even do that, what kind of soldier is she?!"
Taking a deep breath, Rowdy Brightwill’s face immediately darkened, "Nancy Phillips, are you deliberately targeting her?!"
Taken aback for a moment, Nancy struggled to suppress the pain in her heart and asked incredulously, "Is that what you think?"
"What else?" Rowdy Brightwill said vehemently, "So many people, and you choose to single her out for a competition? Jessie Grain is professionally trained, but how long has she been in the Forces? She hasn’t handled a gun for as long as Jessie Grain has for even a month! You set her up against Jessie Grain wanting her to lose, didn’t you?!"
The severe questioning left no room for sentiment.
Each word, like a harsh wind, blew directly in her face, leaving Nancy with no dignity.
The other two individuals standing aside watched the explosive situation unfold, exchanged looks, and then tacitly chose to leave.
Standing still, Nancy faced Rowdy Brightwill’s pressuring gaze, feeling slightly stiff.
"Yes," her tone heavy, Nancy coldly conceded, "I am intentionally targeting her. I just find her annoying. I know she’s sick, and I still came to pick a fight with her! Rowdy Brightwill, are you satisfied now?!"
"Nancy Phillips!"
Holding his hands tight at his sides, Rowdy Brightwill called out her name in irritation.
"What now, you feel sorry for her, want to hit me?"
She asked coldly, her eyes slightly downcast, bloodshot vessels unbeknownst to her becoming visible.
Taking a deep breath, Rowdy tried to soften his tone, "I just want you to treat everyone equally."
"Sorry," Nancy looked up and smiled ruefully, every word deliberate, "I really can’t do that."
"Nancy Phillips, you’re an Instructor!" Rowdy Brightwill was frantic.
Ever since Rowdy joined the Marine Corps, he had known her. He had always admired her forthright and decisive nature, her boldness in love and hate, and they were reasonably familiar with each other.
But he hadn’t anticipated that they would clash over Flossie Wright.
It shouldn’t have happened.
"I am an Instructor, so I decide how I train her," Nancy stated coldly. "If you think I’m being unfair, you can complain to the Brigadier. Whatever punishment he decides, I’ll accept it! But—"
— End of Chapter 914 —