She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 746

As they pushed deeper, Loyce flawlessly anticipated every hazard. She flagged primitive deadfalls, rerouted them around venomous nests, and even predicted enemy patrol movements just by observing the sudden flight patterns of disturbed birds.

She was a human radar, reading the jungle with terrifying, predatory instinct.

The mercenaries went from skeptical, to shocked, to treating her words as absolute gospel.

Sigrid remained silent, but her eyes grew heavier with every step. This woman's survival instincts were inhuman. For the first time, Sigrid realized she might be looking at a genuine rival.

Soon, the signs of a struggle appeared: discarded ration wrappers, smoldering fire pits, scattered brass, and streaks of fresh blood.

The tension spiked.

"We're close. Weapons hot," Blood Wolf ordered softly.

The muffled thud of blades hitting flesh and the sharp crack of gunfire echoed through the trees. They crept forward, taking cover behind a thick wall of brush.

The clearing ahead was a slaughterhouse.

About fifteen elite Eastern Isles commandos were swarming a single target.

Loyce's heart seized. Even through the gloom, she recognized the broad shoulders and the overwhelming metallic stench of blood.

Dozens of bodies—both Harmony Country operatives and Eastern Isles soldiers—littered the ground. But the enemy had the home-field advantage. With overwhelming numbers and heavy firepower, they had cornered Lucian against a crumbling concrete wall.

He was a mess. A massive machete gash tore across his shoulder, soaking his chest in crimson. He couldn't even stand, forced down onto one knee, using a captured assault rifle as a crutch just to keep from collapsing.

His face was ghostly pale from catastrophic blood loss, cold sweat dripping from his jaw, but his eyes were feral. He stared down the encroaching kill squad with absolute, chilling defiance.

At his feet lay the corpse of a high-ranking Eastern Isles officer. Blood Wolf recognized the insignia immediately.

"That's Admiral Bassett, one of their lead negotiators," he whispered in shock. "Jesus. The man is a walking god of war. Half-dead, completely surrounded, and he still managed to butcher an admiral."

"We're going in," Blood Wolf snarled, tossing stealth out the window. "Suppressive fire! Blow a hole in their line and drag him out!"

"Wait!" Sigrid hissed. She stared at Lucian's mangled body, her mind racing as she calculated the risks.

"A frontal assault is suicide," she ordered rapidly. "They have the numbers, and reinforcements are probably inbound. You and your men flank them. Draw their fire. My team will extract the VIP in the chaos, and we all fall back along the primary exfil route!"

Blood Wolf glanced at Loyce. She gave a curt nod; tactically, it was the best play.

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