Chapter 506

Andy silently crept up and led a teenager into the dense rainforest, escorting the delicate Johanna without a word. Meanwhile, at another drop-off point in the jungle, nine helicopters had just landed. Stanley stood with a backpack and a stack of gas masks, his expression one of helplessness.

“Mrs. Russell, please stay outside,” Stanley pleaded. “We’ll go in and handle everything. If anything happens to you, Mr. Russell will have my head!” Felice turned, her features framed by a high ponytail that added sharpness to her composed face. Dressed in a black tactical jacket, with a knife strapped to her thigh and combat boots laced tightly, Felice embodied both elegance and determination. Her cold, clear eyes revealed an unyielding strength as she took a gas mask from Stanley and slung a backpack over her shoulder. Without another word, she strode into the rainforest, leaving Stanley and the others exchanging resigned but admiring glances. “Move out!” Stanley called, snapping everyone into action.

The rainforest stretched endlessly, its dense trees obscuring the sky. Unbeknownst to Felice and her group, another faction arrived at the same location. Maurice gazed lazily at the nine helicopters, clicking his tongue with amusement.

“That’s the crowd,” he smirked.

One of Maurice’s subordinates knelt to examine fresh tracks in the mud. “Mr. Glovers, they just went in. Should we follow?”

“Follow? Of course, we follow!” Maurice grinned, his laughter echoing through the jungle. “This is way too entertaining to pass up.” He tucked his hands into his pockets and strolled forward as though taking a leisurely walk. His nonchalant demeanor was so exaggerated that, had Felice seen him, she might have called him a show-off lunatic.

The once silent rainforest now hummed with activity, as multiple parties navigated its depths. At the same time, Dexter and Myra fought their own battle, separated from the others amidst a chaotic storm and deadly snake swarms. Dexter tried to lead Myra to safety, aware that their lives held little value beyond temporary leverage for the Cerrells. If they ever reached the rumored destination marked on the map, their deaths would likely…

Dexter gripped Myra’s hand as they navigated the forest. But as they continued, confusion turned to despair as they realized they were lost.