The group got ready and set off once again to search for the cannibal tribe. This time, aside from Yvette and Jeremiah, everyone else changed into combat camouflage.
Yvette walked leisurely ahead with one hand in her pocket, strolling casually, while Jeremiah followed beside her. The two of them seemed as if they were on a relaxing vacation.
The group walked for another half hour or so when Yvette suddenly stopped in her tracks. The aura around her turned cold, and she gazed intently at a large clearing behind the bushes ahead. Her eyes were bloodshot.
Everyone followed Yvette’s gaze and saw houses made of banana leaves about 200 meters ahead, along with a few towering that also had houses built on them. Each house was adorned with several strings of human skulls. In the clearing, there was a pile of unlit firewood, with a large frame propped up in the middle. S**ed all around were skeletal remains. The wind carried a strong, thick scent of blood, but the place was eerily deserted, with no one in sight.
Yvette swiftly darted into the bushes, and the others followed, finding nearby hiding spots and crouching around her. “The cannibals are just ahead” she whispered. “At this time, they’re likely preparing their food. They’ll be back in no more than ten minutes”
Jeremiah turned his head slightly, his pupils narrowing. How could she know the daily routine of the canibal tribe so well? he wondered.
Emmett and the people behind him looked visibly more serious, while anger filled Frankie’s sharp eyes. “Ms. Zeller, when you say ‘food, do you mean… humans?”
Yvette’s expression remained cold as she lifted her eyelids slightly, raising an eyebrow. She turned to glance at Frankie, her eyes half-closed, and her voice chilling. “Yes, and even children. They survive by consuming children.
As soon as Yvette finished speaking, the sound of gasps came from behind her. Even Jeremiah’s expression shifted slightly. Yvette lowered her head, recalling how, back in the day, she had almost become a meal for this cannibal tribe herself.
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with rage. Everyone else felt the same. In Clusia, children protected as the nation’s future and hope. But here, they became prey for
would they find
he was implying. A
born unlucky. If a girl is born with any deformities, the cannibals
that even a tiger wouldn’t harm its own cubs, but here in the rainforest,
fierce. Whether or not this cannibal tribe was connected to the Tiger Head
group seethed with anger, distant footsteps and voices suddenly reached their cars. Among
could only mean that Tiger Head was indeed connected to the cannibal tribe. But why? How could Tiger
even a few young boys among them. They were all dressed uniformly in clothes made from banana leaves,
the group of cannibals followed five or six men dressed in modern clothing. Leading them was a man in his forties, with sharp, hawk-like eyes and a long beard. His face radiated an air of insidiousness, and he wore a sinister smile as he glanced at the black box being
the gang’s second-in-cominand. “Mr. Chavez, it’s Eban,” he whispered. “It seems your guess was right. The Tiger Head gang is indeed using the cannibals in this remote jungle to produce drugs. That black box likely contains the new type
at Eban, who wore a smug grin. A cold gleam flashed in Jeremiah’s
sideways, her
excitement as the bodies were about to be placed on the roasting rack. The first time he tasted “human meat” was by chance, but he quickly discovered its unparalleled flavor and became addicted. Over the past year, they had been regularly delivering people to the cannibals, and over time, Eban himself developed a twisted love for the act of
about to speak, a bullet wh***ed through the air, striking him squarely in the lower body with deadly precision. The s*p cr*ack echoed in his mind as the horrifying realization hit-his manhood was gone. Eban let out a scream, clutching his groin as he crumpled to the ground, blood
with a single red dot between their brows. In the blink of an eye, only
slowly stepped out of the bushes, one hand casually tucked into her pocket, exuding an air of calm confidence. Her expression was as cold and cool as ever. Jeremiah
followed behind them, emerging from the
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