Chapter 956
Chapter 956 The Appearance of Dual Personalities Hutchinson (5)_1
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Flossie Wright had never expected to still be in the running.
It increasingly agitated her nerves.
Soon, Nathan Foster came over, carrying several bundles of rope and asked them, "What are you all doing idly?"
"Instructor Foster, when is the last batch coming over?"
The petite nurse stood up, her voice clear as she asked.
Theoretically, there should be less than five minutes between each group, but it had been almost ten minutes since the previous group had left.
"Oh," he said, dropping the ropes to the ground and turning to her, explaining, "Just now, a student reported that some of the climbing ropes here are too worn and could easily cause accidents. They’ll come over after I’ve checked everything."
"I see," nodded the nurse.
Meanwhile, Mia Lawson put her phone away, her eyes shifting slightly as she asked amiably, "Do you need help?"
"Uh..." After a pause, Nathan Foster glanced at his watch and realized it was getting late. After thinking for a moment, he said to Lawson, "Alright, you can check the ropes for any damage. If you find any, let me know, and I’ll replace them."
Lawson smiled and responded.
The nurse was somewhat puzzled, not understanding why she was so eager to help. Presuming it was something she enjoyed, she didn’t give it much thought.
It took nearly ten minutes for the three of them to check all the ropes.
Nathan Foster replaced three ropes.
However, he pondered that in the future, they might adopt a different method. Before training, distribute a rope to each student for personal inspection. If there’s a problem, they replace it themselves, which would avoid so much trouble.
At 5:46 PM, the last batch of students arrived.
"Same rule, ten times back and forth," Nathan Foster crossed his arms, standing in the center, "It’s a bit late today, you don’t need to assemble, you can go straight to the canteen."
A moment of silence.
Suddenly, various complaints erupted, contemptuously dismissing Foster’s "kindness."
By the time they finished training, the others would probably have had their fill!
Would there even be a chance to assemble?
They could only hope that the canteen would save some Steamed Buns for them by then.
"Enough, enough," amid various complaints, Nathan Foster quickly pulled a grim face and forcefully silenced them, "Hurry up, being late to class counts as an absence!"
Suddenly, the complaints fell silent.
Flossie Wright loosened her wrists and ankles as she habitually approached the rope at the edge, pulled it to test the tension, and quickly started descending.
She enjoyed all kinds of thrilling sports.
Climbing wasn’t exactly Flossie Wright’s forte, but it was sufficient to cope with the Forces’ training.
Nathan Foster stood atop the cliff, watching her yank on a rope and free-fall downwards, her speed dazzling, with each rebound making one’s heart skip.
After a long while, he let out a long breath.
Watching Flossie Wright climb was like witnessing a bungee jump, full of thrills.
All the instructors’ assessment of her was—
Austin Shepherd had asked him to record data, so he did not watch for long. Holding a stopwatch, he recorded everyone’s back-and-forth times and marked the roster with a signature pen.
Every event had a time requirement.
Even a single second could decide their stay or leave.
As they recorded the ninth time, Nathan Foster had just put pen to paper when he heard the sound of the rope breaking, accompanied by a scream of "Ah—".
Putting down the paper and pen, he abruptly stood up from the ground.
As he glanced up from the corner of his eye, he caught the momentary image of the broken rope vanishing over the cliff’s edge, and suddenly, an inexplicable force rooted him to the spot, as if his feet had grown into the ground, and a powerful panic surged from the depths of his heart.
There were only two thoughts left in his head.
One, Flossie Wright was on that rope.
Two, when he had just noticed Flossie, she was hanging in the middle of the cliff.
These two thoughts alone were like a death sentence, holding him fixed, causing him to panic.
Elsewhere—
When Flossie Wright’s rope had snapped, Sandy Cruz was on his tenth climb, positioned not far below and to the side of Flossie.
Hearing the gravel cascade down, he subconsciously looked up, and in that instant, before he could see clearly, he saw a figure plummeting straight down.
Frowning, Sandy Cruz made a split-second decision, stepping on a protrusion on the cliff and swinging his body to the side!
In the moment she realized the rope had snapped, Flossie was headed towards Sandy Cruz, and seeing him swing towards her, she raised her hand towards him, her brow furrowed tightly, her teeth clenched as she reached out to him.
"Da da da."
Gravel and dirt slid past her ears.
Her body uncontrollably falling, her wrist was grasped tightly, the grip surprisingly strong.
Realizing she had been caught, Flossie Wright with her tightly knitted brow, put her free hand towards the bare cliff wall, her fingertips sinking into the sparse dirt, sending severe pain shooting through her fingers as she slid downward.
She caught hold of a half-jutting rock.
With all her fingers clenching tightly, the speed of her descent suddenly stopped.
Holding onto the rock with one hand and being held by the other, her whole body was suspended in mid-air, nearly twenty meters from the ground.
If they fell from here, their death was certain; not even half a life could be saved.
Sweat slid from her temple, and Flossie Wright took several deep breaths to stabilize her breathing.
A lifetime after death.
Flossie Wright looked up, her face slightly pale, yet her words steady.
While Sandy Cruz was holding the rope with one hand and holding her with the other, having just found a foothold, he heard Flossie’s voice and couldn’t help but glance her way, only to see the other ghastly hand of Flossie.
Five fingers, dripping with blood.
Frowning, Sandy Cruz’s face turned a shade darker, his tone cooling, "Find a foothold."
Flossie went to look for a foothold without looking at him, and only after finding a secure spot for both feet dangling in the air, did she signal for Sandy Cruz to let go.
Meanwhile—
As Nathan Foster reached the edge of the cliff and saw the two stabilizing below, his heart finally returned to its place.
The next moment, someone approached beside him.
He tilted his head slightly, and as Nathan Foster looked reflexively, he almost scared himself enough to fall off the cliff.
What the fuck!
How did he get here?!
— End of Chapter 956 —