Those with brains would understand her intentions, and those without wouldn't be able to keep up with her actions anyway.
As for those who dared to come up and ask about her actions directly, in hopes of increasing their rapport...
Frankly, she couldn't be bothered to deal with them.
"..."
Staring at her persistently, Belinda Nichols refused to back down.
Pausing for a moment, Flossie Wright frowned, "Get out there and find hostages."
Belinda's eyes were slightly cold and filled with displeasure.
Even an idiot would know that their task was to go out and find hostages according to the mission.
But, this could at best be considered an objective, not a plan.
Belinda glanced from the gun in Flossie Wright's hand to the dubious look in her eyes, which quickly faded into indifference.
There was no further conversation.
Flossie moved silently to the door, grabbed the doorknob, and abruptly opened it the moment Belinda approached.
"Click——"
