Suffocating Maneuvers

On an island overrun by monsters, encountering someone who looks almost exactly like a devil, the usual course of action is to run. But Colonel Packard wasn't really confident enough to just leave like that.

The island was fraught with danger, and without the Husky's help, they could hardly make a move.

Colonel Packard and James exchanged a glance, then steeled themselves and walked toward Russell, accompanied by war correspondent Weaver and Asian Young Woman Shan.

Weaver asked to join, while Shan joined because she was closest to the Husky and thought she could talk to it. Besides, like Ying Yingying, she had yellow skin and black hair, and her innocent and naive personality easily lowered the other party's guard.

"Hello, sir!"

Colonel Packard was a tough soldier, not good at smiling, so James and Weaver were the ones who spoke first. One was a former agent, and the other a reporter; both were excellent orators.

"My name is James, and these three are my companions: Weaver, Colonel Packard, and Shan..." James gave a brief self-introduction, then extended his hand. "Thank you for your help. Your pet has been a great help to us. May I ask how I should address you?"

"Jason!"

James smiled and tried to strike up a conversation, "Mr. Jason, if I may ask, what country are you from?"

Russell pointed at Shan: "Just like her."

Shan paused for a moment, then pointed to herself and asked uncertainly, "Like me, you're also China? Then why are you called Jason? Is it an English name?"

After he said that, James and the other two were extremely embarrassed. It was obvious that the other party did not want to reveal their real name. They knew it in their hearts, so why ask?

Or are you really stupid?

"My surname is Jason, and my given name is Jason in English," Russell replied seriously.

Shan suddenly realized. "No wonder, so that's how it is."

Weaver couldn't stand it anymore, so he pulled the silly couple aside, somewhat regretting bringing her over to greet them—it was too embarrassing.

After some awkward small talk, James didn't delve into Russell's identity. Learning that Russell's destination was also the center of the island, Colonel Packard seized the opportunity to request that they travel together. Russell and Ying Yingying, who had already planned to do so, readily agreed.

"I have no problem helping you through this difficult time, but I have one condition. If you agree, everything is fine; if not..." Russell shrugged. If it doesn't work out, then we can part ways and leave the rest to fate.

"Please tell us, we will definitely not refuse if we can do it." James and Colonel Packard a glance, praying that Russell's request wouldn't be too difficult.

"I want to take some pictures." Russell pulled out a digital camera from behind his back and waved it in front of the group.

"Just taking pictures?" James was dumbfounded. This... this was too simple.

"Don't worry, we won't make things difficult for you. It's just the kind of photo where you're dressed up."

"No problem at all."

"Does anyone have a black leather jacket? Cut out an eye patch from it and give it to Colonel Packard. Remember, it should cover his left eye, don't get it wrong!"

Russell, holding a camera, directed James and Colonel Packard: "Gentlemen, don't be so reserved. Stand side by side and smile at the camera."

"Come on, one, two, three, scissor hands!"

"Colonel Packard, your smile is too stiff. Don't force a smile; you're a tough guy, you should have a genuine, unsmiling one!"

"James, you need to smile a little more mischievously... Don't know what mischievousness is? Actually, I don't either... For example, seeing your brother, who's a winner in life, suddenly go bankrupt and become a happy fat couch potato, and you're gloating... Oh, you don't have a brother..."

After barely managing to finish shooting the costume photos of Nick Fury and Loki, Russell directed Weaver to come on stage and take some couple photos with James.

"Ms. Weaver, you need to be more assertive, imagine you've won the Pulitzer Prize... Yes, that's it, you have great camera presence."

"James, when you're with Ms. Weaver, you can't keep that wicked smile anymore. You need to have a slightly submissive look when you smile..."

"You ask why? That's a good question. In my scenario, although you are husband and wife, Ms. Weaver is a domineering and strong woman who abuses you every few days. And you can't beat her, so your smile has to contain some resentment and grievance."

"James, lie on the ground and close your eyes..."

"Get closer, kiss him! Ms. Weaver, show your strong woman spirit, that's right, hold James's hand..."

"OK, great! James, squeeze out some tears... That's the feeling, it's perfect, you guys should be actors."

"Shan, this has nothing to do with you. Don't appear on camera."

"Huh, why?"

"I'm afraid I'll pounce!"

After a breathtaking operation, Russell put away his digital camera with satisfaction. "Please rest assured, gentlemen, since you have met my requirements, I will keep my promise and help you reach the center of the island."

The group was puzzled. Although they didn't understand the deeper meaning behind Russell's insistence on the photos, they didn't ask any further questions. A few photos in exchange for a talisman—there couldn't be a better ending.

Besides, they didn't lose out. Especially James and Weaver, who are currently just ordinary friends, but developed feelings for each other during filming and naturally established a romantic relationship.

On the battlefield, the soldiers packed their belongings and cleared out the remaining weapons and ammunition. The Husky, lured by Shan's treats, all fifteen of them ran off to be silly and act foolish, leaving none of them with Russell.

Russell looked around and noticed something was missing. A moment later, he saw Yingyingying cutting flesh next to the Tyrannosaurus Rex corpse.

"What are you doing here, getting a tooth pulled?" Russell asked as he stepped forward.

Ying Yingying took four backpacks from the soldiers, which were filled with Tyrannosaurus Rex teeth. A Dogleg Saber was extremely sharp in her hand, and the Tyrannosaurus Rex's strong fangs fell off with a sound.

"Besides the Tyrannosaurus Rex's teeth, I also need Kong's teeth. I just don't know if a 30-meter Kong and a 7-meter Kong will have the same effect. I hope I don't make a wasted trip..." Ying Yingying was busy and replied subconsciously. After saying that, she shut her mouth and ignored Russell.

"What about the Skull Crawler's teeth? You don't want them?"

"It's useless, I don't need that thing. However, the flesh and blood of the Skull Crawler are good enhancement ingredients." Ying Yingying glanced at the Skull Crawler's corpse. "This kind of behemoth is full of blood energy. Refining it into medicine can strengthen the body and improve the main god's evaluation of physical strength..."

As she was speaking, Ying Yingying felt a chill run down her spine. She stiffly turned around and saw the black mist swirling under Russell's hood, his blue eyes shining frighteningly bright.

Ying Yingying plopped down on the ground, moved a few meters away to keep a safe distance, and swallowed hard, saying, "What are you doing? Why are you looking at me like that all of a sudden..."

He suddenly became a pervert?