Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3421

Inside a small wooden hut, Matthew sat across from Tertius at a simple table. Tertius' junior, the young woman, placed two disposable paper cups in front of them.

"Mr. Larden, have you seen this symbol before?" Tertius asked, removing his jacket and rolling up his sleeve. His arm was thin, almost skeletal, but at his elbow, a tattoo of a snake-headed human figure was visible.

Matthew's eyes flickered slightly; it was the second time he'd seen this mark. The first time was on Boone's back.

A look of bitterness deepened on Tertius' face. He spoke in a low voice, "I originally planned to live off the grid, somewhere no one could find me. But one day, a van passed by, and the next thing I knew, I blacked out. When I woke up, I was locked in an iron cage. They branded us with red-hot irons, right here," he gestured to the tattoo, anger flashing in his eyes.

"We learned later that we were already out at sea, just a shipment bound for the gray zone of the West Montiria Islands. Those people were brutal—every day, some poor soul would be beaten to death or tortured. Then, one night, when they were dead drunk, a few of us managed to escape. We killed every trafficker on board, chopped them up, and threw them to the sharks. They freed the rest of us."

Tertius reached into his bag and pulled out an old envelope stamped with a red snake-headed figure. "We found this in the captain's quarters. No one else wanted it, so I took it. From this letter, I learned that those traffickers were part of a group called the Medusa Gang. The letter mentions selling us to the island's experimental labs and returning quickly. It also refers to a major operation involving a large shipment—dozens of tons of cargo."

Matthew's gaze darkened at the mention of a "dozens of tons" shipment. He could immediately connect it to the supplies meant for the Marine Corps. Tertius had only been on the West Montiria Islands for a couple of months, while the Marine Corps supplies had been mobilizing for months and were formally sent out to Seraphis about a month ago. For Tertius to have received intel this early, a mole had to be involved.

"May I see the letter?" Matthew asked, gesturing to Tertius.

"Of course. There's not much else in it, but go ahead," Tertius replied, handing over the envelope.

Matthew carefully opened it. The island's humidity had made the paper fragile and damp. He gently extracted the letter and began reading, 'Number Three, sell all the pigs to the island's laboratory and return to headquarters immediately. We've received critical intel about a major upcoming operation. It concerns the overseas Marine Corps—expected cargo is in the range of dozens of tons. This is urgent; return at once!'

Although brief, the letter was chilling in its implications.