Slowly lowering the gun, Devina Millet took a deep breath.
She suddenly remembered.
It had been discussed before that Flossie Wright was a frogman by training and an exceptionally troublesome sniper.
Yes.
Sniper.
The sniper that appeared and disappeared like a ghost.
Pushing down the shock at the bottom of her heart, Devina Millet strode toward that direction.
"Where is Cassie Ferguson?"
Flossie Wright walked up to Bonnie Reyes, and asked indifferently.
"Don't know."
Bonnie Reyes sat up from the ground, replying with a not so pleasant attitude.
If it had been yesterday, she might have been quite afraid of Flossie Wright, but now that she had been "killed" and withdrawn from this wilderness survival exercise, there was no need to fear Flossie anymore.
Moreover—
Only a fool would betray a friend!
"She used you as bait." Squatting down, Flossie Wright said coldly.
"Psh."
Turning her head, Bonnie Reyes snorted disdainfully.
Stirring up trouble?
