Chapter 393: Chapter 393

Chapter 393:

Rhys surveyed the path that stretched before them, his dark eyes reflecting a mix of determination and wariness.

He shook his head, his face etched with a hint of scorn.

“No, we’ll skirt the edge of the rainforest,” he stated firmly.

Dark Night was unlikely to have the resources to construct a base deep within the rainforest.

Instead, they probably exploited the common fear of the uncharted wilderness to establish their headquarters at the fringe, effectively deceiving anyone who dared to investigate.

Amory pieced it together in a moment of clarity.

Gesturing to his left and right, he queried, “Mr. Green, which direction should we tackle first?”

Rhys squinted, his gaze sharp and calculating.

“Let’s start with the left and then swing over to the right, covering twenty kilometers each way.” The chances of Dark Night extending their operations deeper than the outskirts were negligible, according to their known drug trafficking activities.

Rhys’ strategic decision was solid. Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on his side this time.

As it turned out, Dark Night’s base was positioned on the right. This explained Rhys’ prolonged silence. No word had come from him after three days in the dense jungle.

While a twenty-kilometer trek outside might last merely four to five hours, in the rainforest, it could take up to three to four times longer due to the relentless obstacles. The rim of the rainforest bristled with lurking hazards. Its undulating landscape radiated a menacing vibe. With each step deeper, the atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive.

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Harlee and her team of six plunged deeper into the rainforest. They trudged along the path for thirty minutes until she abruptly halted. Much like Rhys, Harlee doubted that Dark Night had the resources to sustain a base deep in the jungle.

Deciding on a strategic split, she formed two squads, one she would lead and the other assigned to Robbie.

Harlee’s suggestion hung in the air as Kendall glanced at her with a mix of hesitation and hope.

“Miss Sanderson, would it be alright if I joined your group?”

Harlee’s face was a mask of stoicism, betraying no emotion. Yet, when the moment came to assign teams, she quietly chose Kendall to stay by her side.

“Robbie, you’re to take Ritchie, Patrick, and Stanton left.

Encounter any danger, your first move is to climb the nearest tree, pop the pill, and then send up a flare,” Harlee commanded crisply.

They responded in sync, “Understood.”

Stanton clenched his jaw, his concern palpable.

He questioned Harlee’s decision to group herself with a woman and Kendall, whom he considered the weakest. Yet, every time he attempted to voice his concerns, the words faltered on his lips.

As a soldier, his role demanded unwavering loyalty.

Having already given his word to obey absolutely, he felt bound to uphold it.

As Stanton drifted away from Harlee’s team, Robbie, sensing Stanton’s unease, took the initiative to reassure him.

“Don’t worry, the combat power of Harlee’s team is ten times ours. Our main job is to stay alert and ensure we don’t hold them back.”

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