"Flossie Wright!"
The angry shout mingled with the sound of a machine gun being loaded. Jocelyn Carrington, who had been waiting for a long time, was holding a gun, and its dark muzzle was aimed directly at Flossie Wright.
Gazing over, the fierce-looking Jocelyn Carrington caught her eye. Flossie Wright raised her eyebrows at the gun pointed at her, her demeanor calm, as if she had no fear of the gun at all.
A female soldier under the tree, troubled about how to retrieve the balloon, suddenly heard the noise. She shivered, instinctively looking at Jocelyn Carrington. Seeing Jocelyn Carrington's movement of holding a gun, she immediately glanced in the opposite direction, her face instantly pale with fear.
"Jocelyn, what are you doing?"
The female soldier stared at Jocelyn Carrington in shock, her eyes almost bulging out, and watched her in disbelief.
