Chapter 111: Bruce Slays

“Sir, do you need some help?”

The staff looked at the grim-faced Bruce and hesitantly spoke against his will.

A young girl like Hilla had already jumped bravely. It didn’t seem cool to stay here for so long, right?

Bruce pursed his lips and coldly answered in a twang.

His plan of landing in style with Hilla in his arms was ruined.

Even so, Bruce swiftly turned around, grabbed the rope, and quickly jumped with one hand.

Bruce landed smoothly and handsomely, like a professional soldier.

The staff sitting on the cable car froze and couldn’t believe Bruce’s smooth landing.

He had worked here for a long time and had met many people. Aside from the permanent staff, only the Special Forces could do it so neatly and beautifully.

Staring down at Bruce, who was quick and agile, the staff twitched his mouth and silently retracted the rope he had dropped.

“If you’re so good, why did you let a girl run ahead of you? Don’t you know to take care of her? That’s not manly.” The staff thought.

Once on the ground, Bruce set up a perimeter on the opposite side of Hilla, apparently to protect her rear from a sneak attack.

They worked so well together that they went into combat mode as soon as they entered. Hilla was a bit surprised by Bruce’s neat moves.

“You’re smart, aren’t you?” Hilla thought, “How can you let Rudi control the Anderson Group for so long?”

Was it because a man’s muscles couldn’t be used in work and business wars at all? “The landmark!”

At Bruce’s whispered instructions, Hilla quickly took out the map she was holding in her arms, scanned it, and said, “It’s in the M3.”

This area was a vast forest, and the surroundings were overgrown with weeds. It was the easiest to fall for traps in such a place.

And they blocked people’s views and made them more vulnerable to ambush.

Hilla took a closer look and pointed to a red dot marked on the map, “This is the feeding point, only about 600 feet away from us.”

It was close, but they couldn’t tell where they were going. Not to mention they came down from above, and they couldn’t possibly know the way in and out of here.

Now if they wanted to get out of here, there were two ways. One was to quickly find the end of the red flag, and the other was to wait 24 hours to tomorrow evening when they would be forcibly sent away by the staff.

One was to win glory and the other was…

Hilla couldn’t help but give Bruce a hard stare. She kept her face friendly and said, “It’s getting dark soon. It’s easier to get blindsided at night, and we don’t have shelter. What should we do?”

There were no signs of houses around here. If there was one to be found, they needed to walk through the forest first. In the light of the weather and their condition, walking in the dark was too dangerous indeed.

Thirty enemies, and unknown players participating in the game, this enemy group was indeed a bit big.

And if they were unlucky and the area got crowded these days… They were in even greater danger.

The more Hilla thought about it, the more she felt that Bruce had been too reckless in bringing her to this game.

Not to mention anything else, if she lost, it would be very embarrassing. She really didn’t want to bring shame on herself.

Bruce quickly made a judgment in his mind. Calm thinking made him more aware of the current terrain and sky. They were not too unlucky, at least the woods at night were easier for people to hide, and those who wanted to enter the woods would not choose this time.

“Let’s go to the food drop!”

As a tough man, he was fine, but the temperature would plummet at night, and a young girl like Hilla would not be able to endure the cold and hunger.

Bruce stared at the little figure carrying a bag of supplies in front of him, his heart gradually melting.

Each of them had a timer on their wrists. It was a 24-hour countdown. When the time was up, the staff would take them away regardless of whether they completed their mission or not.

This timer also had a location function. When they encountered danger, they could activate the alarm, and the staff would arrive quickly to take them out safely.

Hilla nodded slightly at Bruce’s suggestion. He was right that they would need enough food for that long.

Besides, Bruce was still a strong man, and even if he was strong, he couldn’t go 24 hours without food and water.

The two guarded each other and quickly headed to the nearest food drop.

Sure enough, by the time they arrived, the food had already been picked up, and the nearest food drop was through a swamp.

Even though the ground was small, it was too dangerous to walk on such a dark night.

Hilla sat down on the ground. Bruce turned to look at her, “What’s wrong?”

“Maybe she’s tired?” Bruce thought.

Bruce was thinking about the plots of love stories that Horton had given him.

Was it better for him to carry her or lift her?

Which position would make him seem more reliable and manly?

To hold her on the back or in arms?

Because of this question, Bruce quickly fell into deep thought and furrowed.

“We rest here. Don’t move tonight. We’ll start again tomorrow morning.”

Hilla’s words stunned Bruce, and he asked subconsciously, “Are you tired? I can hold you!”

“Not really, but it will be dark soon. It is too dangerous to walk in this forest at night. It is better to wait until dawn.”

So she felt that it was dangerous…

Bruce looked around. The trees were not dense, and there were no weeds in the early spring, but the branches were so high up to the sky, and the ground was full of last year’s weeds, which could easily trip down someone.

Not to mention that it was late at night, and it was still a very cold night in early spring.

He agreed that they really ought to rest now and conserve their strength!

It was a bit off plan, but Bruce was patient enough to follow and sit down. After all, the night was still long and he was in no hurry!

They were surrounded by dried branches and hay, so they easily lit the fire.

Bruce furrowed his brows as he watched Hilla’s skilled and tough survival in the wild.

He felt more and more that Horton was unreliable.

Hilla had obviously been to these events and knew the rules… He didn’t have anything to do here.

“Are you hungry?”

Bruce regretted the moment he asked. What if Hilla said yes?

He would be nothing but a loser.

As expected, Hilla nodded. “Just a bit!” Then she turned around and took out a bag of sausages from her backpack.

Bruce looked at the bright red sausages and realized that Horton was not just unreliable. He had fooled him!

…

Hilla gathered the firewood together and added more branches.

Then she turned around and took out two potatoes from the backpack and threw them into the fire.

Before Bruce could be shocked that Hilla had brought potatoes, he saw her take out another bottle of tequila from her bag.

There were sausages, potatoes, and alcohol…

Did she come here to live?

And where did she get these things?

Bruce furrowed his brows. Then, he pursed his lips and spoke after a long while, “You went to the supermarket?”

But they were together all the time. He had no idea why Hilla bought these things.

Without looking up, Hilla quickly buried the potatoes in the firewood and said, “I went to the supermarket, but they don’t allow light food in and they have limited quantity, so this is all I could get.”

She sighed slightly, as if she had been wronged.

At present, so many people in this area were suffering from hunger and cold, and some of them even hadn’t drunk anything since they entered the area.

“They are selling these?”

Bruce looked at the two potatoes that Hilla had thrown into the fire, and his temples began to ache.

His plan was to act like a fantastic prince charming, but in fact, he became so close to life when facing Hilla. There was no such plot in the novels that Horton gave him.

The princes charming in the books were all rich, omnipotent, and one in a million!

He did be richer than anyone. In the past, he thought he was omnipotent, but now he realized that he really did not know how to… cook potatoes.

He fit everything in the novel. Why was the story of Hilla and him so different from a classic love story?

“Yes, they sell these. I don’t have much cash on me, so I only bought these.”

After speaking, she handed Bruce two sausages and asked seriously, “Do you want some?”

Hilla hoped Bruce would not eat too much if he wasn’t really hungry. As long as these things were used sparingly, they could live on them for 24 hours.

However, food for one was now for two, and Bruce would eat more than she would!

Bruce rejected it in his heart. He had never eaten such stuff before.

But when it was dark, the early spring air was unbelievably cold. His mind wanted to say no, his body could only say yes.

He gritted his teeth, and his face was clearly red. He said this word with great difficulty, “Yes!”

Hilla was a very generous girl. There wasn’t enough food, but she wouldn’t eat by herself while Bruce watched.

Then she opened a bottle of tequila and asked, “You haven’t drunk this before? You can’t drink this?”

Well, never question a man, or he must be provoked.

Bruce had never drunk cheap tequila before, but he took two mighty gulps of it like a champ.

It was spicy like something he had never tasted. The liquor was burning through his throat, but soon the tough feeling was gone and he began to warm from his stomach to his whole body.

It felt like he had suddenly entered the warmth of spring.

“What is it?”

“This is just right for this place. It’s cheap. It keeps you warm.”

Hilla was drinking while eating a sausage, and the flames illuminated her crimson face.

Bruce looked at the girl beside him through the light of the fire. The dazzling starlight was not as beautiful as Hilla under the night sky.

Maybe he was drunk. Maybe he was hallucinating because of that cheap tequila.

He unconsciously stared at Hilla’s lips. Her red lips dyed with liquor were full and moist, looking particularly attractive.

“Hilla, I want to kiss you.”

“What did you say?”

Hilla was picking up the roasted potatoes in the fire. The fire was stirred, and the sparks were dancing in front of her eyes.

She dodged nervously. When she dug out the potatoes, her face was dyed red by the flames.

“It’s ready. Do you want to have some?”

Hilla rolled one blackly-burned potato towards Bruce, took a stick, and began to clear the ash off the potato.

She did not dare to raise her head now, much less look into Bruce’s eyes.

She had heard what he had just said, and she was sure she had heard it right. She was just not sure if Bruce got drunk and it was just balderdash.

“It’s over here, come quickly!”

“Great, finally we find food.”

“Let’s go.”

Not far away came a man and a woman’s happy and surprised voice, the ambiguous atmosphere instantly became clear.

Hilla raised his head quickly and met Bruce’s gaze. The two looked at each other in tacit understanding and nodded.

With a flip, they each picked up the guns on the ground and followed them to hide in the weeds on both sides.

“Look! A bonfire!”

The woman screamed in joy and then shouted happily, “And food!”

Hilla looked at the potatoes she had just picked up and couldn’t help but sigh. Too bad. She should have put the potatoes away.

A man rushed to the fire and grabbed the potatoes on the ground. “Great, we don’t have to starve.”

They started at midnight last night. It was supposed to be 24 hours, but he booked 48 hours to brag.

What a great idea and now he hadn’t eaten for a whole day and was about to faint.

The woman frowned. That food was so dark that she obviously didn’t want to eat it.

But another day of starvation would kill her.

Hilla furrowed her brows. Right now, there was a shortage of supplies. What’s more, the potatoes that she roasted would only make their stomach ache.

Hilla was about to strike when two shots rang out. The man and the woman had red smoke on their heads, and the timers on their wrists suddenly turned red with a sound.

The two looked at each other in a daze without knowing what happened. How were they out?

Bruce calmly walked out from the bushes. His body blocked the light of the man on the ground.

Patrick looked up for a long time before he spoke as if he were in a dream, “B-Bruce…”

“Yes, you are out. Here is no food for you.” With that, he snatched the two black potatoes from Patrick without any mercy.

“The staff will come to pick you up,” he said coldly, “Go home and have a roast

steak.”

“These roasted potatoes are not for you.” Bruce thought, “They are for me!”

With that, Bruce proudly stiffened his back and glanced at Hilla standing in front of the weeds.

Good. He just slayed the game like an unstoppable prince in the fiction. Hilla would have no choice but fall in love with him.

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