Jungle Warrior

Not to mention the heroes—agents were all trained to snatch every second of rest; it was an essential skill. Even the two scientists, Fitz and Simmons, could go, "Three, two, one, sleep," and drop off with a snap.

The night was long, and she had no desire to sleep. What should she do?

Just as Daisy's thoughts wandered aimlessly, an extremely faint rustling sounded from the distant woods, like a night breeze passing through the leaves. But Daisy knew it was definitely not the wind.

She tilted her head to look over. Hey? A beauty! A blonde beauty with only a few leaves covering her body, yet with an explosively hot figure.

This woman was completely different from the savages. First, she was blonde, which did not fit their features. Second, she stood a head taller than them. The savages were generally around five foot one or two, while this woman was nearly five foot eleven.

Her eyes were rich with emotion, and the tattoos on her body possessed a symmetrical beauty. Most importantly, she took out a pair of binoculars.

If it had been one of those savages, Daisy would have killed them without a word. But faced with a woman who looked perfectly normal, her thoughts instantly changed.

The woman climbed a tree and carefully examined their group, seemingly weighing something.

She had no idea that every little movement she made had fallen under Daisy's watchful eye.

The woman's features somewhat resembled those of an Indian. Her ample chest swayed faintly as she climbed up and down the tree, and at her feet lay an exceptionally agile Sabretooth.

The tiger looked full of viciousness, far better than the stupid lion at Director Daisy's home...

"Look at that face, look at those boobs... She must be a friend of