The outdoor shooting competition is about to begin.
The rules are, for each participant’s turn, a clay target will be thrown out onto the field. The more clay targets hit, the more likely you are to be today’s winner.
Before the competition started, Bianca White pretended to ask July Quinn, "Have you eaten enough? Is the competition no problem for you?"
"No problem," July Quinn took a sip of bottled water brought from the hotel.
Seeing Bianca White looking intentionally at her water bottle, July Quinn asked, "What, do you want so?"
"No need, I brought my own."
As she spoke, Bianca White also took out her insulated water bottle.
Indeed, Bianca White was in the habit of drinking her own boiled water, especially every ti she was at the competition, she would bring her insulated water bottle.
Seeing July Quinn staring at her insulated water bottle, Bianca White theatrically unscrewed the lid and took two sips.
"The competition is about to start, I’ll head over first."
After drinking her water, Bianca White made an excuse to leave.
In a hurry to leave, she naturally didn’t notice the cold glint that flashed in July Quinn’s eyes when she glanced toward her insulated bottle.
"Genius, don’t you think Bianca is acting weird?" After Bianca left, Patrick Sullivan ca over.
"What’s weird?" July Quinn acted like she hadn’t noticed anything off about Bianca, continuing to drink water.
There was too little water in the instant noodles today, making them too salty, leaving her mouth dry.
If she didn’t drink a few more sips, she’d be parched during the competition.
Wendy Tierney watched from afar as July Quinn chugged the bottled water, exchanged a glance with the coach not far away, and both of them smirked.
Thomas Grant was urging Patrick Sullivan, "Get up there quickly, why are you dawdling?"
Previously, Patrick Sullivan was clearly prepared to go on stage with July Quinn and Bianca White, but for so unknown reason, he was still lingering around.
"Helmsman Grant, can I ask you a question?" Patrick Sullivan deliberately slowed down, intending to ask Thomas Grant sothing.
He felt that if he didn’t voice his doubts today, he wouldn’t be able to focus on the competition.
"What question? Ask quickly, a man shouldn’t be so hesitant like a girl."
Hesitating, Patrick Sullivan said, "Is that foreign guy, Susan Carter, who’s been with the genius recently, the head of the Alpha rcenary Corps?"
Patrick Sullivan also thought that asking so suddenly might sound absurd, so he added,
"Even though it sounds a bit ridiculous, I saw a photo of the head in the data before, and he really looks like that Susan Carter. So please don’t laugh at my odd assumption, I..."
Yes, up till now Patrick Sullivan felt that the idea of Susan Carter being the head of the Alpha rcenaries was just too crazy.
After all, no matter how good July Quinn’s shooting or how excellent her martial arts, her age speaks for itself, and she’s just a student, how could she be involved with such dangerous figures?
So even though he asked, Patrick Sullivan still felt the idea was too wild and improbable.
But halfway through asking, when he inadvertently glanced up at Thomas Grant...
Just one look, and Patrick Sullivan’s heartbeat skipped two beats.
Because he saw an expression of seriousness and sternness on Thomas Grant’s face that he had never seen before.
Could it be, he accidentally stumbled onto the truth?
"Uh, I just asked offhand, Helmsman Grant, you mustn’t..." Mustn’t take it seriously!
Sotis, the truths in this world can be so ruthless that one doesn’t dare to face them directly.
A girl as young as July Quinn having the leader of a rcenary group by her side, how could an ordinary person like him believe it?
But before he could finish, Thomas Grant suddenly admonished coldly, "Now that you know, you have to keep it to yourself."
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