In the pitch-black room, it was so quiet that one could hear the sound of breathing.
Belinda Nichols quickly trussed up the female soldier under her control and dumped her next to a female soldier who, after being threatened by Flossie Wright, did not dare to move in the slightest.
The two of them stood in front of the soldiers.
A sense of unfounded oppression was palpable, to the point where the immobilized soldier began to breathe with extra caution.
"Where is the hostage?"
Belinda's words were icy to the extreme, chilling to the bone.
"I don't know."
The bound soldier's voice was stiff as she glared unflinchingly at Belinda's face, as if she wanted to engrave this hateful countenance in her memory.
They were all qualified amphibious scouts. They'd thought it would be a mere entertaining operation, but they hadn't expected to be subdued by two female recruits as soon as they arrived, caught off guard by their instant, merciless attacks.
