to the Eyes. With Old Muto leading the way, they arrived at Olduvai Gorge just after 3:00 AM. It was still a while before 4:00, the darkest hour before dawn, when most people were sound asleep.
Since the camp gate hadn't been installed yet, the people inside had thrown two random barricades to block the entrance. Those wouldn't even stop monkeys, let alone humans.
The unattended campfire was nearly extinguished, and the line between light and darkness gradually inched toward the center of the circle of tents. Two dark-haired men sat by the campfire, their heads bowed, watering the grass in front of them with their saliva.
"Ouch!"
One of the guards, A, felt someone covering his mouth and nose, startling him awake with a suffocating sensation. Before he could struggle, he felt a slight pain in his neck and lost consciousness again.
Meanwhile, across the campfire from him, Guard B had collapsed to the ground. Jack pulled the dagger from the dark-haired man's armpit and bared his teeth, as glossy as his own, to the stunned white figure beside him.
Clay released his fingers from Guard A's carotid artery and eased his limp body slightly backward. Jack stepped over the smoldering campfire and grabbed his feet.
The two of them worked together to carry the unconscious Old Black out of the camp. Behind them, Old MUTO's younger brother, a white one, stripped off his shirt and sat in Guard A's place. It's hard not to feel panic
when
someone who has lived in the city for a long time finds themselves in the wilderness.
Untainted starlight is beautiful, but looking at it for too long can lead to a sense of being engulfed. Even when the moon isn't full, the meager light barely dispels the surrounding darkness.
Guard A was terrified, even though he wasn't a city dweller.
Anyone waking up with a knife pressed to their neck and surrounded by men watching them closely wouldn't immediately feel safe.
Old MUTO exerted a slight force with his arm, pushing the triangular spike upward. Guard A's body instantly stiffened, his breath caught involuntarily, and he no longer struggled.
The bayonet slowly pierced the skin on the guard's chin, blood trickling down the blade. Only then did the old MUTO release his rough hand from covering the guard's mouth and nose and begin questioning him in the local dialect.
"
Bang!" A crisp gunshot rang out beside his ears. Elijah, sleeping on the camp's only bed, instinctively reached for his pillow, but found nothing.
Then he felt a pain in his ankle, followed by an overwhelming surge of force that sent him flying.
"Bang!"
Although Jack mostly preferred to defeat his enemies through skill, occasionally using brute force felt quite satisfying.
He roughly replicated the Hulk's throw of Loki, but at the last moment, he added a touch of finesse; otherwise, Elijah's brain would likely have exploded and he would have died instantly.
Carrying the still-weeping little boy, Nicholas, Hannah stepped between Elijah's legs and stepped over him, exiting the chapel. Elijah, who had just fainted, let out a piercing scream and instantly woke up.
Jack's gunshot was the signal for action. By the time he dragged the half-dead Elijah outside, followed by Hannah, the place was in chaos.
Guard A had earlier told them that, except for Elijah, they would have to temporarily live in tents until the camp's cabins were built.
At first, Jack was puzzled. He could see the entire campsite clearly: only eight tents, all small, two-person tents, were pitched around the campfire. He wondered how they were crammed in.
Now the answer was clear: simply crammed in, regardless of number or gender.
After Old Muto had obtained details from Guard A about the situation, they left one militia member to guard the prisoners while the others sneaked into the camp.
Two men guarded each tent, having previously cut the ropes. When the gunshots rang out from the chapel, they simultaneously opened the tents and shone their powerful flashlights on the filthy fleshworms crawling on the ground.
8 tents, more than 30 people, men and women, men and women, men and women, black and white, white and white, white and black.
Various combinations, various combinations, varying quantities, everything you need.
This job was easier than imagined, and more disgusting than imagined. The butt of the gun was smashed hard, and Old Muto's militia boy was extremely ruthless. Regardless of whether it was right or wrong, it was definitely right to beat the man according to his will.
Ten minutes later, everyone was gathered around the bonfire. As a few new firewood were thrown in, the fire swayed slightly before burning brightly again.
"Put on all your clothes!" Old Muto commanded two of his militiamen to throw a pile of clothes in front of them, repeating the order in English, Swahili, and several local dialects.
Most of the men regained consciousness and trembled as they put on their clothes. The rest remained drowsy or hallucinating, unconsciously engaging in various awkward gestures. Most of them were the abducted women.
"We found these in the tents," Aubrey handed several bags to Jack, who opened them. Some contained taro, while the rest contained various dried mushrooms.
After a series of watering and induced vomiting, daylight had already dawned. All the male members of the cult in the camp had been bound, and the abducted women had largely regained consciousness.
Elijah, whose ribs had been broken by Jack, finally groaned and began to speak in a charlatan tone.
"Whether you're the CIA or Interpol, this place falls outside your jurisdiction. Everyone here has come together of their own free will to this sacred place."
Is the FBI really that low-key? Jack gave him a slightly disgruntled kick, sending him sprawling beside the bonfire, nearly ensuring his execution.
"I'm Jubal Valentine, Special Agent in Charge of the FBI. Stop playing Elijah. You're under arrest for the kidnapping of 22 American citizens and the murder of one of them."
Jubal quickly pulled him back, offering him a pair of beautiful silver bracelets.
"Nonsense! No one's been kidnapped here. Everyone is safe here. Only in this sacred place can you escape the crisis of your souls and build our utopia together, safe from the devil and darkness!"
"Smack!" A woman stumbled forward, slapping Elijah across the face with all her might. Then, wailing, she rushed to the little boy, Nicholas, in Hannah's arms.
"Oh God, what have you done to my precious child?"
A masterpiece with nearly 10,000 pre-orders is sacrificed.
"After Rebirth, I Became My Childhood Sweetheart's White Moonlight"
After a failed blind date, 38-year-old bachelor Jiang Shu is tragically reborn, only to find himself in kindergarten.
While facing the situation calmly, he discovers the counterattack system is 13 years ahead of schedule.
[Detecting the host is over 18, officially activating the system]
Jiang Shu is furious: "I'm in kindergarten, and you said I'm 18?"
[Helping a temperamental, aloof goddess escape her pursuers]
[Taking advantage of White Moonlight's weakness]
[Forcefully wall-banging a shrewd young lady and unexpectedly discovering a hidden side of her]
Jiang Shu pondered his task list.
As the once aloof goddess, White Moonlight, and shrewd young lady appeared before him in their childhood forms, Jiang Shu, leveraging the information asymmetry, began speedrunning the tasks.
Eighteen years later, Jiang Shu, who had grown into an all-around handsome man, looked at the three beautiful girls who had vowed to marry him and began to wonder what had gone wrong.
(End of this chapter)