Chapter 447 Don’t You Trust Him?
Catherine did go to sleep. When she woke up, it was already past ten in the morning. Catherine
leisurely finished washing up and headed towards the surveince room.
Inside the surveince room, Paxton was still engrossed in staring at the monitor screens, not even
noticing Catherine’s entrance.
It was only when Catherine pulled out a chair and sat down that he heard the sound of the chair sliding
on the floor. He quickly turned around. Upon seeing that it was Catherine, he let out a sigh of relief.
“Miss Swann!” Paxton eximed.
Catherine nodded slightly and nced at him, noticing that his eyes were bloodshot. Frowning,
Catherine asked, “You’ve been here all night?”
“Yes!” Paxton admitted, nodding.
The battle was more interesting than watching a movie. More importantly, he was worried about
Branden’s physical condition, so he stayed up all night without resting.
For Paxton, not resting for a night wouldn’t be a problem. He was still full of energy. But staring at the
screen without blinking for too long had made his eyes sore and swollen.
“How many people have been eliminated?” Catherine asked.
Paxton waved his hand, excitedly answering, “None!”
This surprised Catherine a little. None of them had been eliminated! Paxton was so excited that he
wanted to pull her over and make her watch the monitor herself.
“Miss Swann, look. They’ve formed a team, and Boss is the team leader. Under his leadership, they
have been fighting a guerri war and haven’t lost a single teammate!”
Catherine raised her gaze to the monitor screen and immediately spotted the most handsome face
among them.
Branden’s face was smeared with camouge, but it couldn’t hide his handsomeness and charisma.
He was a born leader, and even in his injured state, he effortlessly became the one leading the team.
With only an hour left until the end of thepetition, the instructors, led by Jon, were also fueled by a
killing frenzy.
Both sides wanted to deliver a fatal blow to the other, and Jon was a little annoyed. With so many of
them against only eight opponents, even if they didn’t wipe out the entire enemy team, they had to take
down a few to show their strength.
But now, not a single one had been eliminated, which greatly hurt the pride of the instructors.
Therefore, in thest hour, the instructors had to gather all their strength and take down at least a few
of the enemy teams, no matter what.
As for Branden’s team, they had been battling continuously for a day, and their strength was nearly
depleted.
Almost everyone was injured. They couldn’t withstand the opponents’ full- force counterattack. The only
constion for them was that this brutal training was about to end in an hour. As long as they survived
this hour, they would win.
Everyone held on with theirst bit of strength. They had trained so hard for so many days. There was
no reason to give up at the final moment.
Some teammates suggested adopting guerri tactics to disperse the enemy’s strength and ensure at
least one person survived. However, Branden immediately rejected this suggestion and ordered
everyone to stick together.
“We’ll pass this together! Trust me and follow my lead!”
This simple sentence was like a rope thrown to a group of drowning people, giving everyone
motivation.
Among them, there were several who should have been eliminated earlier. If they hadn’t stuck together
with Branden, constantly breaking through encirclements and escaping traps under hismand, they
would have already been kicked out.
They firmly believed in Branden’s decision, knowing that following him would lead to a way out. Since
Catherine took her seat, she had been watching every move of the team of eight on the screen.
Branden was very clever, and even she had to admire his intelligence. The traps and ambushes he set
up were impossible to discern until the veryst moment.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the team of eight remained without any casualties. With only
ten minutes left, Jon decided to go all in and make a big move.
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Paxton heard the roaring sound of the jet in the sky, his eyes widening in shock. He stood up abruptly
and eximed, “Is Jon crazy? How dare he use a fighter jet? This ispletely insane!”
Catherine remained unfazed, making Paxton a little confused.
“Miss Swann, Jon is deploying a fighter jet. They’re going to bomb the jungle. Aren’t you going to stop
him?”
Catherine crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, looking at Paxton with indifference.
“Stop him? Why should I?”
Paxton was on the verge of going crazy. Not only did he encounter one lunatic, but now he hade
across two.
“Miss Swann, the jungle isn’t that vast. And they just had a confrontation. Jon and his team can
urately pinpoint the location of the eight-member squad. With this bombing, the entire squad will be
wiped out. Shouldn’t you stop it?”
Facing Paxton’s argument, Catherine only made onement.
“Jon has the right to do that!”
During a battle between two forces, there was no room for such discussions. The instructors had the
right to mobilize all resources on the ind for the fight.
From opposing perspectives, Jon had no reason or obligation to think for the other side and give up his
team’s victory.
Paxton understood Catherine’s point. Now that the two teams were at war, Jon’s actions were not
wrong.
Catherine knew that Jon was acting out of anger, but his actions were reasonable, and no one had the
right to stop him. As third-party observers, all they could do was silently watch everything unfold.
“But…” Paxton wanted to make onest attempt. Catherine gave him a cold stare and asked in a cold
voice, “Don’t you trust your boss?”
With a simple sentence, Paxton was stumped.
Branden had always been his faith, and there was nothing impossible for him. No matter how difficult
the task, Branden could easily aplish it.
The fighter jet flew overhead, its roaring deafening. Jon provided precise coordinates, leaving the
enemy with nowhere to hide.
The fighter jet took its position, and the pilot above sent a signal to Jon, indicating they had reached the
designated location. He was requesting final instructions.
At the moment of issuing themand, Jon hesitated.
This was a desperate move, but they were now on opposing teams, each with a simple goal and
mission, which was to win!
“Begin the bombing!”
With Jon’smand, the bombingmenced.
Within ten minutes, the jungle turned into a sea of fire.
Paxton couldn’t even bear to look at the screen.
It was too cruel. Under such bombing, the eight-member team should have beenpletely wiped out.
Paxton’s heart sank, and he stared nkly at the ckened monitor screen, which was devoid of any
signs of life.