Jarrod was a man of remarkable courage.


    Even in such dire circumstances, he maintained hisposure.


    He made a precise incision into Alec’s arm.


    Alec’s expression twisted in agony, sweat beading heavily on his forehead, his face draining of color until it was ashen.


    Despite the excruciating pain, he remained stoically silent, enduring the ordeal without a sound.


    Jarrod’s response was devoid of unnecessary sentimentality.


    Decisive and swift action was necessary.


    Any dy would only prolong Alec’s suffering.


    He exerted his full strength and neatly cut off Alec’s arm.


    “Ah!” As Alec’s right arm came apart, he couldn’t suppress a muffled scream.


    His face was drenched, blurred with either sweat or tears.


    From that moment, he knew he would never again be whole.


    As the arm was removed, blood surged from the wound.


    There was scant medicine avable to stem the bleeding, and Jarrod used what little they had on Alec’s stump.


    With no other options and his own clothes already in tatters, Jarrod quickly tore off the bodyguard’s suit jacket and wrapped it tightly around Alec’s wound.


    However, the makeshift bandage was quickly saturated, the blood staining the ground beneath them a deep red.


    Jarrod’s expression turned into a deep frown as he nced upward, searching for any sign of the helicopter.


    He also directed the other two men to find better reception to signal for help.


    They waited for what felt like an eternity, though it was only about a minute.


    Nicole, observing silently, felt a torment of her own.


    Though Jarrod remained silent, a palpable, icy tension radiated from him, affecting everyone nearby.


    The bodyguard finally returned, heralding the helicopter’s arrival with the sound of its engines piercing the air, providing Nicole a deep sense of relief.


    Alec could still be rescued.


    The helicopter, unable tond due to the rugged terrain, released a rescue line with an intable pad attached.


    The bodyguards meticulously ced Alec on the pad, secured him, and then the Line gradually hoisted him up.


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    As the helicopter had limited capacity, three bodyguards remained on the ground, preparing to wait for the next opportunity to leave.


    Nicole initially thought she would be staying with the three bodyguards.


    However, as Jarrod boarded the helicopter, he paused to look back, his tone sharp.


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    Nicole, caught off guard, froze momentarily.


    “Get in,” Jarrodmanded, his voice harsh and authoritative.


    Nicole hesitated, her mind filled with concerns about leaving Roscoe behind.


    Although the fire had significantly reduced the threat of the parasites, she couldn’t be sure all were eliminated.


    Her trust in the remaining bodyguards was shaky, particrly because one of them had previously failed to hold onto Roscoe.


    This was not the moment for what-ifs, however.


    Nicole knew Jarrod too well.


    Once he decided on something, no argument could sway him.


    Jarrod, noticing her reluctance, added icily, “If you don’t want him to be tonight’s feast for the wild animals, you’ll board now.


    ”


    With those words, Jarrod turned and ascended the ropedder into the helicopter.


    Nicole felt the sting in his words and the stress washed over her, paling her face.


    She recognized the growing divide between her and Jarrod, one that seemed insurmountable.


    At that moment, Roscoe, sensing her hesitation, reassured her gently, “Nicole, I’ll be okay.


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    I’ll catch the next one.


    ”


    Roscoe’s concern wasn’t for himself but for leaving Nicole in such perilous conditions.


    His priority was ensuring her safety by departing the area as swiftly as possible.