"No, no, no..."
Cairnster shook his head repeatedly; Michelle clearly did not understand what he was trying to say.
He ripped open the shirt around his neck, revealing a crescent-shaped scar five or six centimeters long.
"This wound is from when I was hit by shrapnel from an artillery shell during a mission. If my comrades hadn't given me timely battlefield first aid, I would have died long ago."
The explosive power of the artillery shell is almost indistinguishable from that of a hand grenade; most people wouldn't even have time to dodge it.
At this point, he pointed to the two cannonball fruit trees in the distance, and there were many pits dug by Ye Feng and the others below the trees.
Then, as if lost in thought, he picked up several more pieces of the crushed fruit.
After observing for a while, I confirmed my guess.
"You can tell from these fingerprints of varying sizes that the team has at least seven people."
And since there was no blood around, it means they were not injured.
Judging from the charred ash on the tree, the burning time should have been around 40 minutes.
Just 40 minutes earlier, the explosions were at their most frequent.
So that means this team of seven, during the time it took for several shells to explode...
They dug up the tree roots and picked the fruit without causing any damage, and disposed of all the fruit in the shortest time and with the simplest and most effective method.
These things aren't particularly difficult, but most people absolutely couldn't do them, nor would they dare to do them easily.
Hearing such high praise from Cairnst, Michelle seemed to realize the seriousness of the problem.
Their team had always been invincible, never having encountered an opponent.
Right now, there's a formidable seven-person team lurking around nearby.
This is hardly good news.
"Could it be that your analysis is wrong, and this small team might actually be Sandar's group?"
Michelle still held onto a sliver of hope.
"Sundar? Tch~"
Cairnster turned his head slightly, his face full of disdain and mockery.
"Stop fooling yourselves. Do you think those Hindi people who only think with their lower bodies would have the guts to do that?"
If they were to strip you naked and tie you to that cannonball-shaped fruit tree, I'd be willing to believe they'd risk it.
Upon hearing this, Michelle was immediately reminded of the humiliating experience she had just over a week ago, when she was pinned down by those five men and almost forced to inject 150 milligrams of medicine.
"Those damned bastards! I'll cut off their penises and feed them to the fish sooner or later!"
Cairnster shook his head…
"Don't worry, there are only three of them left now, just a few pieces of trash. We can wipe them out easily once we find them."
What I'm most worried about is this team.
Although I don't know their capabilities, judging from how this matter was handled...
The team leader is very intelligent, so his fighting ability must be quite strong as well.
A team of seven people—how abundant must their weapons, resources, and survival tools be?
"Boom!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a shell suddenly exploded, sending fragments flying everywhere.
Fortunately, the two were far enough apart that they were not hit.
But it startled them so much that they took several steps back.
"What a strange plant."
Michelle sullenly hid behind a tree. On the way there, Cairnster had explained the cannonball fruit to her.
She had always been skeptical, but now she finally believed it.
"Kane, since the fruit has already been picked, let's hurry up and leave. Getting hit by it could be the end of us."
Although Cairnster was unwilling, there was nothing he could do.
Since the other party is a smart person, they certainly won't leave any resources for me.
There were still a few green fruits on the fruit tree, but they were hanging too high to be picked.
As for the tree roots, forget about them; they've been dug up so many times that there are holes everywhere, and anything that could be taken has certainly been taken.
Although he didn't get anything useful on this trip, he at least learned that a powerful seven-person team was operating in the vicinity, and he would have to be careful when going out in the future...
"Sigh... Let's go."
He sighed helplessly and prepared to return the way he came.
But before he had taken more than a few steps, his ears suddenly twitched, and a strong sense of hostility immediately flashed in his deep blue eyes.
Cairnster frowned and abruptly turned his head to look to his left rear.
Seeing this, Michel didn't ask any questions, and immediately drew his bow and aimed behind him.
"Human or beast?"
Cairnster squinted, his ears twitching again. He had naturally exceptional hearing, capable of hearing even a human cough from 20 meters away.
With this skill, they have avoided numerous enemy ambushes.
This is also a key reason why his squad has survived intact to this day.
"It's a person..."
Michelle's arched eyebrows furrowed slightly, revealing a hint of panic.
"Could it be that group of people have returned?"
Cairnster shook his head with a sinister smile.
"Ah... Our old friend has arrived, and he's the person you most wanted to meet."
On the mountainside, three middle-aged men were slowly walking uphill, leaning on their canes.
They had thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, and full beards. Their skin was dark, similar in color to some mixed-race Black people.
His black hair was slightly curly, and his eyes were completely dark, as if he had just stayed up all night.
It has both European features and Asian facial features.
It wasn't that the three of them didn't sleep well, but rather that they were all Native Americans.
The man in the lead had very thick eyebrows, almost forming a straight line.
He had a compound crossbow hanging around his neck and a foot-and-a-half-long machete on his waist, with traces of blood still visible on it.
He seems like a ruthless killer...
He was the man Michel most wanted to kill, Sandar Kassiam.
Walking on either side of him were Wilma Collint and Raj Timishlo.
It was obvious that they had also heard the explosion and rushed over.
As the leader of this team, Sundar must have some skills to have survived this long.
Indiana also has many primeval rainforests. Sundar was born in a small village next to the rainforest and now works as a hunter.
He often roamed the rainforest, making a living by hunting animals and selling fruit.
Over time, he learned a lot about survival, so he gathered a few of his buddies and signed up for the program.
"Oh dear, I can't go on, my legs are so weak."
Raji leaned against a tree trunk, sweating profusely, waving his hands repeatedly, and panting heavily.
"You fucking bastard."
Sundar turned around and cursed:
"We're about to start climbing the mountain, and you're telling me your legs are weak?"
"Do you want me to play around with that woman Michelle a bit, then you'll stop being so weak?"
Hehe~
Wilma, standing to the side, revealed a lewd grin.
"Boss, if you can really get us to play with that woman, we'll be energized. We could walk ten kilometers in one go without a problem."
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