Amelia Bright gave her a helpless look.
“Not that, I feel that he means to let me not worry about the Austin family the Bright family people how to see, let me do what I want to do, jewelry design, open public Olson, IM is my he knows.”
“Is that what it means? Why doesn’t it sound like it to me?”
Emily Guan scratched her head, a little suspicious.
But the thought that Farren Austin even Lucy Chambers do not know, how could guess the identity of Amelia Bright, also put the doubt to rest.
“Well, then Mr. Chief is really quite affectionate to you, and if it weren’t for Calla Moon, the shit-stirrer, I’d see you two having a really good time.”
“Can you not use the word “shit-stirrer”?” Amelia Bright showed a disgusted look, originally quite worried about the sad, by Emily Guan so a ‘comfort’ only left the stomach.
Calla Moon is a shit-stirrer, so what are she and Farren Austin? It’s shit, huh?
Emily Guan crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees, cowering under the covers, showing only one head like a turtle, her eyes darting around.
“I mean, your family chief adult is really quite righteous, afraid of his glorious sacrifice after you became a widow, the Austin family came to rob your children, so signed the divorce agreement in advance, who knows you do not appreciate it, ah, so I’m still quite sorry, to him that a scolding.”
“You think that’s grandstanding?”
“Or what?”
“I think he’s hiding something from me.”
“What is it?”
“It’s hard to say.”
Amelia Bright took a deep breath and frowned at the pattern on the ceiling, as if it were a vortex, pulling everyone in the center of the vortex, which was spinning fast and happening so much that she had no time to respond, much less analyze the causes and consequences of it.
But no matter what Farren Austin’s reasons for divorcing her, once the word ‘divorce’ has been raised, it’s hard to turn back, and even if she doesn’t divorce this time, there’s still a Calla Moon between her and Farren Austin, ready to go.
The thought of it gave her another pang of displeasure.
“Emily, tell me exactly what it takes to deal with a woman like Calla Moon …”
Next to the sound of breathing evenly, someone has long been in a dream will be the week.
Amelia Bright looked away, silent.
The promised to comfort her, but every time she just get up a head, she went to sleep.
—
Southeast Asia, Y borderlands, the dense jungle, you can hear the python through the swim through the sound of soughing.
“Captain, it is confirmed that the new secret base of the Condor is in the fortress of the locals two kilometers in the direction of nine o’clock, patrolling and defending very strictly, there are two vehicles going in and out every day, what is transported in is the raw materials, what is transported out is the manufactured drugs.”
Hidden in the jungle, set up a rudimentary open camp.
Beacher Oak returned to camp after two days of scouting the surrounding terrain to make plans for this time.
The crowd sat on the ground, the brown camouflage combat uniforms almost blended with the jungle, and all faces were painted, indistinguishable from their original appearance.
Farren Austin looks at the topographic map, calm and collected
“None of them can be spared, no one knows who the vultures really are, men and women, old and young, so once under control, clear the scene, all the corners, all the people inside the fortress cannot be spared.”
“Understood.”
The same response came over the intercom in unison.
There are patrol members in all directions of the camp, each holding a walkie-talkie in their hands, ringing Chambers around, on full alert for all possible contingencies around.
After confirming that everyone had received it, Beacher Oak asked
“Where’s the mute?”
Soon, Taylor’s gloating voice came over the intercom and
“The mute has been bitten by a snake, and I’m bandaging him up.”
As soon as the words were spoken, the intercom rang with laughter.
“Can ah, mute snake bite and not squeak? Become a real mute?”
“Hey, Whiteface, how’s the snake toxicity? Has the mute been glorious?”
“This snake bite is glorious, is it considered glorious?”
“Injuries sustained while on duty must always be counted as work-related injuries, right?”
“…”
Farren Austin was the only one staring at the operational terrain map with a frown on his face as the intercom went off.
Calla Moon, who was laughing along with her, curbed her laughter and whispered.
“Okay, you guys don’t laugh, this mission is not normal, take it seriously.”
After turning off the intercom, she unscrewed the water bottle and handed Farren Austin a glass of water.
“Drink some water, don’t be too nervous, after all, we have fought with the vultures a few times, not only are they familiar with us, we are familiar with them too.”
“Hmm.”
Farren Austin nodded slightly and took the glass of water before looking deeper into the jungle.
“Where’s Danna Keller? Still looking for a sniper spot?”
“I guess so,” Calla Moon echoed, following his gaze into the distance, having lost sight of Danna Keller’s
“Maybe it has been found, Danna Keller is also really, find sniper point and never told us, their own people are hidden.”
“There’s no need to say that,” said Farren Austin, who didn’t agree with the statement and blandly
“The sniper protects our rear security, and if even our own people can’t find her, that’s a real hidden sniper spot.”
Calla Moon’s expression was a bit complicated.
Into the night.
Thirty-two hours remain before the estimated time of operation.
The evening breeze in the rainforest, the dryness pushing the heat wave.
Blue Eagle’s players are highly trained, and even in this hot environment, they can still do it without changing their faces. After a late night change of defense, Calla Moon switched Beacher Oak out.
“Go get some rest.”
“Okay, you take care.” Beacher Oak carried his gun and turned around to head back to camp.
Shortly after he left, Calla Moon circled Chambers to make sure no one was around and walked deeper into the forest, one foot deep and one foot shallow, whistling every ten steps as if it were a secret word.
A kilometer from the Vulture’s camp on the map, the view was opening up and the jungle trail clearly showed signs of having been reclaimed.
She continued along the trail, unaware that a black-chipped barrel of a gun was already aimed at the back of her head from the high point of the hill far below.
“The sound of the walkie-talkie echoed in the darkness of the night.
“Calla Moon, if you take one more step forward, the bullet will go right through your head.”
Calla Moon slowly turned back around, circled Chambers, and spoke into the intercom.
“Danna Keller, what are you doing? Where are you?”
“You don’t need to care where I am, you just need to tell me what you’re doing at this late hour, as a lieutenant of Blue Eagle, heading to the Vulture’s camp by yourself?”
“I just wanted to scout the situation.”
“Yeah?”
Far up the hill, the grass covered, almost turning the turf underneath into a hot steamer, sweat dampening the grass, Danna Keller motionless as if she were one with the hillside grass, the gun in her hand already loaded, the high-powered scope aimed at Calla Moon’s carotid artery.
“Instead, I think you scouted us out and are ready to go back and tip off the vultures.”
“What are you talking about?”
Calla Moon’s face was tense and her fists were already clenched as her fingers touched the switch for the portable remote spotlight.