The icy temperature.
It made Willie Ash stop all resistance.
Regaining his senses and accepting the reality in front of him, Willie couldn't help but lift his eyes to look at the figure who had dispatched them both in an instant.
Unexpectedly—
At that look, he was completely stunned.
If the person before him wasn't Flossie Wright, who else could it be?
She knelt on one knee, her side facing him, and she slightly turned her head, familiar features streaked with military camouflage paint, easily recognizable despite the smudges.
It was as if she had anticipated a fatal strike; her expression was lethal yet incredibly calm.
"Flossie, Flossie..." Before the surprise faded from his eyes, Willie voiced his confusion, "How did you get here?"
"Just passing by."
Flossie answered indifferently, while tossing him a parachute cord.
It was cumbersome to carry a whole parachute, so Flossie only brought some fabric and these cords.
"What?"
