In the small dark room, enduring ten days alone is not something an ordinary person can attempt.
But, for a sniper, it is essential.
This time, the test was one of psychological quality.
"Go in."
The soldier standing beside Flossie Wright, holding the keys in his hand, said indifferently to Flossie.
Flossie glanced at him and entered the door calmly.
The soldier's expression was serious; he took a step forward, dragged the door over, and locked it with great speed.
This was an iron door, with a small window in the middle that was always locked, only to be opened when delivering meals.
"How was her mood when she went in?"
Once the soldier had locked the door, Ella Pemberton came over and asked with a light smile.
Thinking for a while, the soldier said, "Very calm."
"Not nervous, not worried, not anxious?" Ella asked in detail.
