Flossie Wright carried a sniper gun and held a military knife, arriving somewhat awkwardly at the destination under the gaze of many.
Scanning at a glance, there were three groups of people: one was the familiar military uniforms, another was the somewhat familiar DARK, and the last was completely unfamiliar...
Probably, it was the team from the village.
Leading were Glenn Hutchinson and Perry Reed, with a group of people each. Numbers not many, at most twenty or thirty, but nearly half of them held hostages; standing opposite them was the leader Flossie had seen through the scope.
The two sides seemed to be negotiating.
As Flossie walked closer, the attention of all three groups instantly shifted towards her.
As she walked along, she assessed the situation of all three sides, until she reached the middle of them and immediately locked eyes with Glenn Hutchinson's gaze. That dark and angry gaze instantly enveloped her entire being, causing Flossie's momentum to slightly weaken.
