Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 2416: Chapter 2256: Who Scattered the Nails

Suddenly.

Cold sweat broke out on Dorne’s back.

This matter.

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed, but his plan was comprehensive, how could it have been leaked? Could there be a traitor among his subordinates, or was there a problem somewhere?

At this moment.

His brain suddenly hurt a little.

“What should we do?”

The man spoke heavily, and Dorne snapped back to reality. At this point, the correct action was to retreat, yet he felt reluctant, infuriated even.

The operation was still in the preparation stage, and they had to give up.

This.

Was the first time in his ’professional’ career. Moreover, if they didn’t find the cause of this incident, it might happen again next time.

In short.

He was caught between a rock and a hard place.

Finally.

Reason triumphed over madness.

“Retreat!”

“Yes.”

…

On the scene.

The man took a deep breath.

“Continue.”

At this time.

He was about to withdraw, but since Dorne ordered to continue, they continued. Despite the fear, he chose to follow Dorne’s orders, which should be right.

However.

They had to switch to a backup route.

“Go.”

“Follow.”

“…”

The group continued on their way.

This time.

They took the backup route and didn’t encounter mines again, which relieved them, restoring some confidence, though their internal complaints continued.

Walking.

Walking.

“Ah!”

“Stepped on it again?”

“…”

Hearing the exclamation, everyone shuddered.

“No, a snake just bit me. Quickly, give me the serum.” The person was terrified, with most people having switched to fabric shoes.

Naturally.

The anti-bite capability was poor, and even a brush breaking the skin was dangerous. Hearing it was a snake, others breathed a sigh of relief—it wasn’t a mine.

“Where’s the snake?”

“It ran.”

“…”

Alright.

There were experienced people here, and it wasn’t always necessary to see the snake to identify it. After examining the wound and asking about the victim’s feelings,

One injection.

“Alright, there shouldn’t be a problem now.”

As soon as the words fell.

“Ah!”

An unexpected sound arose again.

“I got bitten by a snake too.”

Then.

They had to administer another injection.

“Ah!”

“Damn these snakes.”

“…”

More and more, people were being bitten by this elusive snake. Soon, the number of injured rose to ten, leaving the group speechless. This snake was ferocious.

Its speed, astonishing.

A quick bite.

Retreated into the grass.

Angry enough to make them gnash their teeth in rage, “Get through here quickly, our anti-snake venom serum is running low, so we must hurry.”

After saying that.

They quickened their pace.

They went from walking.

To jogging. This time, no one got bitten again, and everyone felt they must have exited the snake’s range, feeling a huge relief.

Unfortunately.

The joy didn’t last long.

“Ah!”

Again?

Looking around, the fifth person crouched on the ground, clutching his foot and howling, “Who the hell put nails here? Have some decency.”

Pain!

A searing pain, making a grown man tear up; his words made everyone wince. Upon inspection, it was indeed a nail.

An accident.

It must have been accidental.

“I’ll carry you.” One person stepped forward, evidently not suitable for pulling out.

Continuing.

They moved on.

“Ah!”

“…”

“Ah!”

“…”

“Damn it, so many nails scattered around.”

“…”

In less than fifteen minutes.

Almost half of them were being carried by the other half. At this moment, they looked nothing like well-trained, experienced robbers—more like refugees.

Frustration.

Depression.

They wanted to curse but didn’t dare to shout out loud, feeling unbearably stifled. Looking at the ragged group behind him, the man was bewildered; what could such a team do?

Just healing.

Would take a week.

Now.

Avoiding capture would be a success.

Thinking.

He heard the heart-pounding sound again.

“Ah!”

“Splash!”

“There’s a trap.”

It turned out.

The one in the lead had fallen into a deep pit. Luckily, it didn’t have sharp spikes, but it was quite deep, over three and a half meters, with rainwater unable to drain.

Water inside was a meter and a half deep.

With that.

He took an unexpected bath.

Chilled.

To the bone.

Without a word.

He flung a rope down. With strong arm strength, he climbed up, gasping heavily with a look of lingering fear, “No problem, it should be an accident.”

“Be careful.” The leader advised.

“Switch to someone else at the front.”

Uh!

He suddenly realized that except for himself, everyone else was occupied with carrying the injured, leaving him to once again take the lead.

Circumventing the pit.

Moving forward.

This time.

He carried a stick, probing as he walked.

Ten minutes later.

“…”

Looking at the mud half-submerged, gazing at the starry sky, he felt homesick. He really wanted to personally question the scouts about why such a swamp was unmarked?

Ah!!!

He was filled with a murderous urge.

Fuck.

Was this a deliberate attempt on their lives?

Looking back.

Many of his subordinates were also struggling, panicking, seemingly about to sink. The man looked desperate, though his outdoor survival experience was extensive.

But.

Trapped in a swamp.

If there was no external help, getting out of here was immensely difficult, only feasible if the silt was somewhat firm. Once the liquidity exceeded a certain threshold,

A person.

Could not struggle free.

There was no leverage around.

Ha ha!

It was over.

This time it was truly over, awaiting the inevitable slow engulfment by the swamp, then disappearance from the world, no remains left behind, a horrible way to die.

Now.

There was only one solution.

“Hurry.”

“Start shooting, there’s still signal flares, launch them all to attract help.” At this time, who cared about the task—they needed to focus on staying alive.

Upon hearing.

They felt like they were clutching at straws.

“Bang!”

“Whiz!”

“…”

Signal flares shot into the sky, standing out prominently.

“Bastards.”

“Fire one after another, don’t shoot them all at once.” The man yelled angrily; now wasn’t the time for subtlety—they could finally speak loudly.

Then.

Everyone calmed down a bit.

Only.

The sinking did not slow down; they could only hope the mirrors spotted the flares and sent helicopters, which was the only hope before sinking completely.

Otherwise.

If they sent people hiking over, they would be doomed before aid arrived.

“Right.”

“We have guns, shoot into the air.”

In short.

To survive, irrespective of whether anyone around could hear, they took out weapons from their packs, and began shooting into the sky every three seconds.

One minute.

…

Five minutes.

…

Ten minutes.

Still, no response; everyone was in true despair, as the mud had almost engulfed their shoulders. A few more minutes, and there’d be no saving them.

However.

They dared not stop, still shooting, still firing flares.

“Ah!”

A sudden sound made everyone tense again; was there a snake? A bite to the face would be unbearable, even in death.

However.

The voice carried a touch of excitement.

“I touched a rock.”

“Ah?”

“Rock?”

“How is that possible?”

“…”

They were puzzled for a moment. The chance of stepping on a rock beneath the swamp was akin to winning the lottery. Instantly, everyone stretched out their hands, pulling together.

Finally.

They huddled together.

Whoa!

No longer were they sinking.