Two o'clock in the morning, the evening breeze was chilly.
Flossie Wright stood behind the tree, her expression cold, slowly wiping the sniper rifle in her hands.
Even she herself couldn't understand why she'd been persuaded by Glenn Hutchinson's absurd reason!
However, Glenn Hutchinson's reason was indeed somewhat convincing.
Although she was confident she wouldn't get hurt, if she got injured during close combat, it wasn't impossible.
Glenn Hutchinson indeed understood her; compared to the immediate battle, Flossie Wright preferred not to spend her days in the hospital.
The cold wind blew in her face, Flossie Wright looked up at the sky, listening to the unusual sounds of the surrounding trees, and let out a slight breath.
The action was about to begin.
Unfortunately, she wasn't going to be part of it.
Flossie Wright lifted the sniper rifle she had already wiped clean and walked out of this place about to erupt into battle.
