Chapter 636

In Marvel, Working for the System

Turner trembled and did not dare say another word.

The others were silent as cicadas in winter.

Kara watched coldly. These mercenaries looked tough, but they were really like tigers in a zoo. They could scare tourists, but if they had to survive in the wild, they were merely oversized cats—weighing several hundred pounds.

The jungle at night was terrifying.

Beasts howled, insects chirped, and the occasional silence did not bring reassurance. Instead, it made things even more frightening.

Camping near a water source meant more beasts than elsewhere, so the fire had to be kept burning. Nocturnal predators were both curious about and instinctively afraid of flames. After prowling nearby for a while, they gradually left.

Curiosity was curiosity, but eating came first.

Just after midnight, under a dark and windy sky.

Geralt opened his eyes. Looking toward the mercenaries' camp, he saw all kinds of traps, along with two sentries—one in the open and one concealed.

The visible sentry sat beside the campfire, responsible for keeping the flames alive. The hidden sentry lay among fallen leaves, covered by a camouflage net.

Geralt climbed into the canopy and looked around.

With Night Vision.

He saw it.

Several tall black shadows rapidly approached.

"Hehe, they're finally here."

Geralt slung on his backpack, silently slid down the tree like a lizard, and vanished into the darkness.

The monsters were here, so it was time to... slip away.

He continued deeper into the mountain range.

A few minutes later, the camp erupted like a boiling pot.

"Monsters!"

"Fire!"

"Hold the formation..."

Screams, calls for help, and uninterrupted gunfire.

There were also explosions from grenades.

Everything tangled together.

Looking back at the firelight of the camp, Geralt crossed himself over his chest and said mournfully:

"Holy Father