"How about making a deal?"
Flossie Wright traced her finger over the blood-stained military knife, suddenly curled her lips, and raised an eyebrow at Gavin.
If there's no chance of winning against Gavin in a direct confrontation...
She'll have to think of other ways.
Anyway, she doesn't necessarily intend to kill Gavin.
Her mission is to rescue those hostages.
In fact, Gavin has nothing to do with it.
If the mission goes smoothly, she wouldn't even encounter Gavin.
If this is an unexpected encounter, then she hopes this unexpected event turns for the better.
"What?" Gavin narrowed his eyes, staring at her coldly.
Military personnel?
An Eastern soldier wants to make a deal with him?
He's curious to see what kind of deal can be made.
"Give up protecting them," Flossie, with blood-stained fingers, lazily glanced at him, slightly curling her lips, "I'll pay you, and let you watch a show."
"A show?" Gavin asked uninterestedly.
