Chapter 547
Chapter 547 Episode 086 The Mantis Catches the Cicada, the Oriole is Behind (1)
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The sky continued to brighten, the sounds of insects and birds echoing throughout the open valley, as if apart from Flossie Wright herself, there was no sign of humans in this entire expanse of heaven and earth.
Neal Thompson was completely lost.
She was beginning to regret her decision to leave their group. After all, when compared to life, nothing else matters. Resentment and grievances could always be redressed when an opportunity presents itself.
As a cook, she wasn’t professed in many survival skills; the best she could do was practice the little she learned as a new recruit. Over the years, despite her diligent efforts, her focus on stamina and marksmanship still left her ill-prepared for survival in the wilderness. She had never participated in any outdoor training and had no idea how to navigate this treacherous jungle or gain the energy that was needed for such an endeavor.
More importantly, she had forgotten to bring her signal flares when she fled.
With her last escape route gone and stranded in a place where pleas for aid fell on deaf ears, Neal, exhausted, was already teetering on the edge of collapse.
Suddenly, she thought about the fact that in such exercises, accidents were bound to occur. Some were inevitably going to die for various reasons. It was unavoidable.
Staring at the twig and leaf-obstructed view before her, Neal roared uncontrollably.
About fifty meters away from her, Flossie Wright, who was somewhat bored, clapped her hands over her ears as a frown involuntarily crossed her face upon hearing Neal’s heartbreaking yell.
All this while, she had been watching Neal’s course of action. Neal had purposelessly moved through the jungle after their fallout, with no survival experience to account for—she could even trip over simply because of her lack of attention. She would also go out of her way to avoid any crawling creatures that she came across on the ground...
As a matter of fact, compared to Yvonne Watson, Flossie herself wasn’t much more capable. She couldn’t use her appearance to feign weakness and elicit sympathy, so she usually tried to intimidate others with a stern expression.
She rubbed her forehead and examined the terrain. From her high vantage point, she noticed that the densely-planted shrubbery and tall trees obstructed much of her vision. However, this was still the best location for her to fire her gun and escape undetected.
She didn’t hesitate in taking the shot. Flossie, her fingers already on the trigger, watched Neal, who had lost her will to fight and collapsed on the ground, through a sight. With a slight pressure of her finger—
In an instant, Neal’s body jerked, and a red smoke arose from her helmet. It wrapped around her in the air, unable to spread further due to the density of the jungle.
Neal suddenly jumped up from the ground. It wasn’t her "sacrifice" that upset her, but rather, she was eagerly looking around, eager to catch a glimpse of anyone hiding nearby.
Because that person would lead her out of this predicament.
Even save her life.
Euphoria washed over her, her breaths grew short as she strained to discern any sounds from her surroundings. The light that had been dimmed in her eyes unknowingly lit up with a hopeful shine.
"Whoever it is, come out!" She looked around and saw no one, so Neal couldn’t help but place her hands around her mouth to amplify her voice. She roared out, "Please help me, I’ve lost my signal flare!"
However, the only response she received was the echo reverberating throughout the valley; there was nothing else.
After waiting for over ten seconds and confirming that she couldn’t see anyone, Neal’s heart chilled in the aftermath of her shouting.
If the person just left like that....
"Hey——you, come out——"
— End of Chapter 547 —