Four kilometers to the northeast—
A team of seven is traversing the jungle.
The three Hindi men led the way, looking miserable as they acted as guides.
Strangely, they wore their backpacks upright, leaving their backs empty.
Behind them came Michel's booming shouts.
"All of you, hurry up and get out of here! You damned Indian pigs!"
"Did all your strength go to your third leg? You want a whip, don't you?!"
She was waving a whip made of vines in her hand.
The branches on top haven't been completely trimmed; it's clearly left on purpose.
If this hits the skin, it will immediately cause a cut and a laceration.
She shouted as she cracked her whip, making a snapping sound.
Judging from the frustrated expressions of Sandar and his two companions, and the slightly tattered clothes on their backs, they must have been whipped quite a bit.
"Damn it! That bitch! Don't let me get a chance, or I'll make you taste what it's like to be a lizard!"
That's what he was thinking, but he still maintained a fawning smile on his face.
There was no other way; for the sake of the grand prize, freedom, and safety, I had to endure it.
However, his backpack was stuffed with a lot of things, including some firewood, herbs, and daily necessities.
This was naturally Michelle's idea: if you can't castrate the Native Americans, you won't make their lives easier either.
But carrying the backpack upright was completely against mechanics, and after walking for a short while, Sundar begged for mercy.
"Sister, the bag is too heavy, please let us carry it."
"What the hell are you talking about!"
"Smack!"
Michelle casually lashed out with another whip, striking Sandar squarely in the back.
As a pure white woman, her whipping technique seemed to be innate.
That's why he made them put their backpacks on the right side.
"ah…"
Sundar let out a painful groan, wincing in pain, but dared not roar, lest he receive another lash.
Michelle's strength is no less than that of men, and may even be stronger than that of some men.
The lash left a trail of blood on Sandar's cotton plaid shirt.
"If it weren't for our great mercy, the three of you would have been castrated by me long ago!"
Now you dare to make demands just by carrying a bag? You're practically asking for trouble!
Michelle grew increasingly angry as she spoke, and raised her hand, ready to lash out with the whip again.
Cairnster, who was behind her, couldn't bear to watch any longer and quickly pulled her back.
"That's enough, that's enough. How are we going to travel if we're crippled?"
He snatched the whip away, not out of pity for the Indians, but because there were so many survival supplies, and if they were killed, they would be the ones left to carry them.
"You guys, hurry up and put your bags on and walk faster!"
Yes, yes, yes.
The three men thanked him repeatedly, endured the pain, slung their bags over their shoulders, and moved quickly, afraid of being beaten again.
"Hmph! You're lucky you're all alive!"
Michelle went up and kicked each of the three men in the backside to urge them forward.
In an instant, it was as if his bloodline had awakened, and he transformed into a farmer.
This way of treating them was actually Cairnster's idea.
As a special forces soldier who had experienced modern warfare, this game, which others found brutal, was child's play to him.
Even with his formidable strength, he wouldn't entrust his back to these few Native Americans.
Let them lead the way, and it'll be a good opportunity for Michelle to vent her anger.
They had only set off a short distance from the camp.
Cairnster and Horford had completely different mindsets, both driven by short-sighted ambition.
Although they shared the same goal, he was not blinded by the huge reward and freedom, and he was not in a hurry to kill Ye Feng.
His long experience as a special forces soldier and his understanding of Chinese culture taught him to plan carefully before acting.
Once a hunter has his sights on his prey, it only takes him one second to pull the trigger.
But before that, a lot of preparation time is needed to earn this one second of opportunity.
His style of doing things is either to do nothing at all, or to take down his prey in one fell swoop.
Emotional stability is an essential quality for an assassin.
"Kane."
Pera, who was at the very end, suddenly raised her hand and moved closer to him.
"The prize pool has reached 3060, which increased last night. Horford and his team must have made their move first."
"I know."
Cairnster's silver eyebrows furrowed slightly, but his expression did not appear to change much.
He saw this string of numbers as soon as he woke up this morning, and immediately guessed...
This must be Horford and Watanabe's group trying to pocket the ten million and acting on their own.
He wasn't particularly surprised by this.
Because when the benefits are great enough, a person's IQ will decline, and their mind will be consumed by desires.
Seeing that Cairnster seemed unmoved, Pera asked in confusion:
"Haven't you realized how serious the problem is?"
Cairnster raised his silver eyebrows slightly, his expression playful…
How serious is it?
"Horford, a former Marine, was killed down to only three despite having the first move."
At this point, Pera raised her hand, showing him the watch screen.
"Look, these three red dots next to each other on the map are moving towards us."
Cairnster glanced at it briefly, then calmly continued walking forward.
He was both angry and pleased with the result.
Furious that Horford and his men had alerted Ye Feng, Ye Feng would definitely be much more careful when he went out after this ambush.
If I try to launch a sneak attack again, it probably won't be so easy to succeed.
The reason for his joy was naturally that the two sides had fought each other, and he could learn about Ye Feng and the strength of the team through Horford.
In summary, it's a mixed bag, but acceptable.
"hehe…"
He gave a meaningful sneer and patted Pera on the shoulder.
"Why is it that people only cry out in pain after they've been hit?"
These idiots have been blinded by money, so this outcome is to be expected.
As for Ye Feng, if he were really that easy to kill, why would the production team have us gang up on him?
Upon hearing this, Seth grinned. As the person who had known him the longest in the team, he knew that Cairnster must have a plan.
"What are your plans? Fishing? Night battle? Regular army? Or biological warfare?"
The words he used were military coded language they learned in the army.
In short, fishing is about luring the enemy deep into your territory and then using that lure to kill them.
Night battles are not literally defined, but rather refer to assassinations carried out from hidden corners, or ambushes.
The main force, on the other hand, launches a frontal assault without regard for tactics, and generally does not adopt this approach unless it has a significant numerical and weapon advantage.
Biological warfare naturally involves the use of poison; in the military, this is usually done by throwing poisonous smoke grenades.
"I don't know..."
Cairnster smiled faintly and shook his head.
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