The Return Of the Invincible Heiress
Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Chapter 162

The rebel leader said, "You must have explosives or grenades on you, right? They’re afraid of those. If you blow up a couple, they’ll scatter."

Alexander replied, "I don’t trust you. First, tell me where the safe is, then I’ll consider saving you." As he spoke, he surveyed the surroundings. There were 17 cannibals in total. His AK-47 had 12 bullets, the Desert Eagle semi-automatic pistol had 2, plus a knife and the "Guardian," which should be enough to fight back.

The rebel leader shouted, "No, you have to save me first, then I’ll tell you..." But they both underestimated one thing. One of the cannibals understood Maiselish. The elaborately dressed tribal leader laughed, speaking clumsily in Maiselish, "You outsiders really like to..."

Alexander and the rebel leader both felt a sinking sensation in their hearts, realizing things had gotten complicated. The tribal leader pointed at Alexander, saying in Maiselish, "Raise your hands and throw over your backpack. No funny business, or we’ll kill you right now."

Alexander raised his hands, bent down to grab his backpack, and tossed it to the tribal leader. Upon receiving the backpack, the tribal leader rummaged through it, frowning. "Why is it empty?"

Alexander replied, "I’m very wealthy. If you let me go, I can give you everything you want."

"This is our territory. Outsiders must not come here," the tribal leader declared. "According to our tribe’s rules, if an outsider enters, they must be eaten, or else we’ll face divine punishment." He then ordered, "Capture him."

Several cannibals sheathed their bows and spears and approached Alexander. As they closed in, blocking his escape, Alexander suddenly shouted in Mandarin, "Guardian, attack the ones surrounding me."

"Understood!" The "Guardian" sprang into action, shooting out several tranquilizer darts at the encircling cannibals. Several fell to the ground. Alexander swiftly rolled to the side, retrieving his AK-47 from behind the rock, and opened fire on the remaining cannibals. He hit nearly every shot, a marksman at heart. However, his injured fingers and wounds affected his accuracy. He didn’t strike any fatal blows, merely injuring a few.

The cannibals took cover behind trees, rocks, and other obstacles, occasionally shooting at him. Alexander returned fire when he could. Before long, his AK-47 was out of bullets. The "Guardian" had exhausted its tranquilizer darts, losing its offensive capability. Alexander pulled out the Desert Eagle semi-automatic pistol, knife, and a vial of supplies, seeking refuge behind a large tree. The standoff continued.

The tribal leader shouted in Maiselish, "Your gun can’t hold many bullets. We can wait until you run out before capturing you." He then pulled the rebel leader in front of him as a shield, slowly advancing toward Alexander.

The rebel leader’s expression changed. "Alexander, only I know where the safe is hidden. If I die, you won’t get anything."

The tribal leader laughed. "We just need to search near where we caught you, and we’ll surely find it."

Alexander peeked out, decisively pulling the trigger and shooting the rebel leader dead. He immediately turned and ran. The "Guardian" deployed its wings and followed closely behind him.

"Chase him!" The tribal leader abandoned the rebel leader and led the pursuit after Alexander.

One hour later, Alexander found himself at a lake 100 feet wide, with no escape in sight. The "Guardian" warned, "There are crocodiles in the water. As long as you can swim faster than them, they won’t harm you."

Alexander fell silent. Perhaps he could grab one of the cannibals, injure him, and toss him into the lake to distract the crocodiles. He turned to look back, and his heart sank again. The number of cannibals had increased, now over twenty.

Alexander was injured, and he wondered if he could capture one cannibal and jump into the lake to swim to the other side. But he had to. He promised to meet Avery for dinner.

Just then, the "Guardian" alerted, "Three o’clock! Incoming attack!" Without thinking, Alexander raised his hand and turned, firing in that direction. One of the attackers fell. But Alexander was out of bullets. He pulled out a round, black object from his pocket, shouting, "Come any closer, and I’ll blow you all up!"

The cannibals froze, nervously watching him. The tribal leader yelled, "Everyone—spread out! Use arrows and spears against him!"

Alexander instantly threw the object at the leader, then charged toward the lake, ready to jump in. At that moment, he heard a "buzzing" sound, rapidly approaching. Alexander recognized it as the sound of a helicopter flying fast. He stopped in his tracks, not looking up, but instead aimed his empty pistol at the cannibals, pretending it was still capable of firing.

The cannibals had initially been startled by the fake grenade he threw. Now, they were also stunned by the approaching helicopter. They backed away, fearfully watching it. Alexander still didn’t look up but asked, "Guardian, can you see who’s coming? If it’s the government troops, I might not be saved."

The "Guardian" responded with a cat-like sound, "It has the national flag. It should be our people."

Alexander smiled slightly. In his most desperate moment, he had actually received reinforcements. It felt miraculous. But he still didn’t look up. Instead, Alexander dashed into the nearby jungle. Seeing the arrival of his rescue, the cannibals would surely take the last chance to kill him. Alexander couldn’t afford to wait for the rescue to land.

The tribal leader shouted, "He has no explosives. He’s lying to us! Kill him quickly. We mustn’t let him escape!"

The cannibals shouted wildly, chasing after Alexander, hurling bows, spears, and sharp stones. Without the protection of his backpack and body armor, Alexander was struck by an arrow and fell to the ground. The cannibals rushed in, preparing to deal the final blow.

So focused on eliminating the intruder, they didn’t notice that the helicopter was already flying low, its door swung open. A mysterious figure appeared at the door, holding a submachine gun and firing wildly at them. Several cannibals were hit and fell dead. The others screamed in terror, scattering in every direction.

The tribal leader hid behind a tree, waving his arms and shouting something. Alexander understood his words: "That ’metal bird’ can only land on flat ground. It can’t stop here. Don’t be afraid. Just hide."

Struggling, Alexander climbed to his feet, leaned against a tree, squinting up at the helicopter. "Who was coming?" he thought. Then he saw a figure leaping from the helicopter, one hand holding onto a rope, the other clutching a submachine gun, shooting down at the cannibals as they tried to escape. The person looked so cool—not only brave but also incredibly skilled.

But Alexander found the figure slender. When the person landed, Alexander was shocked. "Miss Carter!" Though she was dressed in camouflage and body armor, wearing a helmet and carrying several rounds of ammunition and a submachine gun, he recognized Avery instantly. Alexander could hardly believe his eyes. Then he narrowed his eyes, revealing a satisfied, joyful, and gentle smile.

After pushing back the cannibals with her submachine gun, Avery ran to Alexander’s side, crouched down, and gently touched his face, saying, "Mr. Moran, are you okay?"

Alexander smiled at her. "Miss Carter, I feel better than ever right now. And I want to tell you something."

Avery looked pleased. "What is it?"

Alexander said, "Miss Carter, you are my heroine."