Chapter 663

Chapter 663

After crossing the swamp, they found the air on the band so stuffy and humid that it was hard to

breathe.

Christina and the others felt very uncomfortable just standing there.

"Make a fire.” They'd encountered a carp with wolf-like fangs weighing one hundred kilometers in

this mysterious area. There was no telling what was awaiting them in the darkness since the sun had

totally set.

“Gather branches to make as many fires as possible,” Patrick said.

Fire was the best weapon in the dark.

Gary and Crabbie stopped cursing and complaining and went to collect branches.

The branches and twigs they found were all too damp to set ablaze with a lighter.

Being trapped in a damned place, Gary got irascible and used the flamethrower to light the wood.

The wet branches cracked in the fire.

“Are you okay?”

There were seventeen of them and they built three fires. The flames roared and illuminated the

exhaustion and anxiety on everybody's face.

Gary used to be the most composed one but because of the carp, he was on edge now. Sitting on

the muddy ground with his legs crossed, he took out an exquisite flask from his pocket.

Gary didn't answer that question and took a swig of the spirits in aggravation.

He came to the man who had got bitten on the thigh by the carp. The carp here was not only huge

but also fierce. It'd actually tore a large piece of flesh off the man’s leg.

"Hope its teeth were not poisonous.” In the dancing light of the flames, all eyes quietly turned to

the injured man.

Gary took another gulp and spat it on the bloody bite. The injured man growled in agony.

Because of the unknown epidemic on the island, they had almost run out of medicines.

Christina watched noiselessly as Gary brutally treated the man’s injury and gave that hapless buddy

two tablets of antibiotics to prevent the bite from inflammation. The man’s face was ashen.

“I don't think its teeth were poisonous. The edge of the wound doesn’t turn black,” Charles soothed

The burly man looked up with difficulty and forced a smile, “Lucky me.”

He was a man. He couldn’t sob and whine like a pussy.

They didn't have time for sorrow. They needed to eat to replenish their energy and take turns to

keep vigil,

They'd like to cook the carp but didn't for fear that its meat might be toxic. “Primitive weapons are

maybe more effective than our guns on this island,” Crabbie said and sharpened a wood stick.

They'd been frightened and shot more than a hundred bullets at the carp to kill it, but now in

retrospect, it was like they'd killed a sparrow with a cannon.

People responsible for the dinner made a pot of thick broth with dried meat and fruits.

Others searched for logs and sharp stones to make some simple tools.

While everyone was having hot soup in iron bowls, Gary rummaged through the pile of weapons

and then walked towards Christina with something black in his hand.

“Here. This is a flamethrower. It's a really powerful weapon here.” All beasts were afraid of fire, not

to mention an enhanced modern flamethrower.

To protect the weak in the team, Christina took it without ceremony.

Any injured man would be a burden to the team.

After they were full, they started to take turns to keep vigil. Charles and Christina were exempted

from it and were assigned to take care of the injured man.

“The air here is suffocating.” There always seemed to be a big stone pressing on one’s chest.

The surrounding was so depressive that those resting on their sides couldn't fall asleep at all.

The injured man was having a worse time. His face was pale and he gritted his teeth. Apart from the

sultry air, he also had to bear the constant pain from the wound.

Christina knew he was suffering but given the medical condition here, there was not much she could

do. “You can keep your leg if the wound doesn't inflame.” She tried to say something optimistic.

The man lifted his head up and gave her a bitter smile, “Thank you for your comfort.”

Christina replied primly, “You're welcome.”

The injured man didn’t know what to say next.

Christina was bad at taking care of people and thought maybe talking could distract him a bit, so

she said. “I know a herb that is a very powerful anti-inflammatory. Do you want me to find some and

put it on your wound?”

“Will it hurt?”

Christina nodded. “Very much. It'll hurt until you can't feel that leg anymore.”

Without waiting for a reply, she continued in a surprised voice, “Which means you won't feel the

pain anymore.” Then she lurched to her feet and took a torch from the fire, starting searching in the

bushes around them.

Charles was taking a nap and immediately opened his eyes when he felt the person beside him get

up. “What's wrong? Where are you going?”

The injured man exerted himself to say that their boss's woman was really amazing but both he and

Charles heard a buzzing noise coming closer.

A helicopter? Not really.

The buzz was very familiar but neither of them could recognize it.

“Christina, watch out,” Patrick suddenly shouted as if he'd noticed something.

Christina was intently looking for the herb and heard the buzz getting louder and louder. She

straightened her body warily and saw a fast shadow flying her way.

Her eyes widened in fear. Patrick's voice brought her back to her senses and she immediately raised

the torch to drive the flying creature away.

"Are you all right? What's that?”

Charles was the closest to her and came to her side immediately. The night was pitch dark and she'd

only caught a fleeting glimpse of that flying thing.

Before Christina calmed down, she yelled at Patrick, “Watch out. They are coming at you.” About five

flying creatures rushed toward Patrick and the others.

Everyone grabbed the stones and branches they could get and hurled them at the attackers. The

whole place was in a mess.

One of the attackers got hit and fell to the ground. A rotten smell of blood emanated from it

instantly.

Seeing its long proboscis, everyone came to a creepy realization that it was a giant mosquito.

The buzz was the sound of their flapping wings.

It was as big as a kindergarten kid.

Drawn by the smell of blood from the wound on the injured man, a giant mosquito dashed towards

him but got

smashed on the ground by Christina with the big pot.

New weapon discovered. Everyone was stunned and then found the scene a bit funny.

Fortunately, these mosquitoes were much easier to kill than other fierce predators.

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