50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 892 Price
If you disregard the dangers underwater, what happens when you're drifting on the wide surface of the Amazon River?

The water shimmered, and the calls of monkeys echoed from the tall trees around the boat. Occasionally, one could see beautiful pink dolphins frolicking around it.

On the water's surface, water birds occasionally swoop down to catch fish swimming below, creating a peaceful and tranquil scene that makes one forget their troubles.

Having escaped the constant threat of death in the rainforest and shaken off their pursuers, the two "big fish" were able to enjoy a rare moment of peace.

Only Sun Zhiwei remained vigilant. His spatial ability was the first to detect what lay ahead: the still, black, decaying logs on both sides of the riverbank began to slide into the water.

Having identified the danger ahead, Sun Zhiwei began to approach the shore. Soon he left the canoe on the nearby shallows and started walking forward.

At this moment, the two "big fish" were still lying on the raft, unaware of the impending danger.

Once their raft entered the encirclement, the ever-vigilant mercenary captain realized something was wrong; black logs were floating towards them from all sides.

Upon closer inspection, it was clear that what they were not rotten wood at all were pieces of dark armor, each with two menacing vertical eyes staring out.

He immediately shouted "Big Fish!" and pulled out his M16 automatic rifle to start shooting at the crocodiles.

Unfortunately, although the M16 is advanced, it is clearly inadequate for dealing with black caimans in the water.

The black caiman's thick armor blocked most of the power of M16 bullets.

On the contrary, the sound and vibration of the rifle, along with the pain from the occasional bullet that pierced the skin, aroused the ferocity of the black caiman.

The mercenary captain kept firing in all directions, while "Big Fish" frantically paddled, both trying to save themselves from the danger.

Fortunately, their raft was not far from the shore to begin with, and with their strenuous efforts, they managed to row the raft to the side of the shallows.

The mercenary captain was still quite clear-headed and knew that it was definitely not the right time to get off the raft.

Once they're in the water, even though it's not deep, they certainly can't get out of the water as fast as a crocodile.

At that point, they left the raft again and were caught by crocodiles, which led to a dead end.

Only by taking advantage of the shallow water can the wooden oars reach the bottom directly, and the thrust of the oars can greatly increase the speed of the raft.

Sure enough, with the raft propelled by two oars, they managed to break through the encirclement of several crocodiles in time.

At the most dangerous moment, the crocodile's open mouth was less than a meter away from them.

Once the raft had left the crocodile's territory, the two men, panting heavily, lay down on the raft in a disheveled state.

Sun Zhiwei followed the two men on the shore. Just as he was wondering whether to launch the raft back onto the water, he once again spotted the danger ahead.

Hundreds of meters ahead of the raft, the calm water suddenly appeared as if it had been cut off, forming a cliff waterfall with the river water cascading down from a cliff nearly a hundred meters high.

This time, he really felt that these two people might not be very lucky.

Just like when they were in the jungle, it wasn't always Sun Zhiwei who caused them to change course and encounter danger; many times they actually encountered danger in the jungle.

They've only been in the water for a short time, and they've already encountered a black-armored crocodile and a precipice waterfall. What bad luck!

It's a good thing they didn't go into the water; otherwise, the red-bellied piranhas swimming underwater would have taught them a lesson.

Soon, the raft got closer and closer to the cliff, and the raft drifted faster and faster with the current.

It was the mercenary captain who first noticed something was wrong, but by then it was too late. The river near the cliff had widened considerably, and the current was becoming increasingly swift; at their paddling speed, it was impossible for them to reach the shore in time.

A few minutes later, amidst the two men's terrified screams, the raft carried them down a hundred-meter-high waterfall.

Soon after, Sun Zhiwei arrived at the edge of the waterfall and looked down, only to find that the water mist below obscured everything.

Fortunately, he still had space, and from that perspective, he could see the terrible state of the two people who had fallen.

They were swept underwater and then brought back to the surface by the turbulent current, with pieces of wood from the broken raft occasionally hitting them, causing them to scream even louder.

After they were swept thousands of meters away and out of the spatial range, the current gradually slowed down, and the two of them were finally washed ashore, half-dead.

Feeling that the distance was getting a bit far and fearing that the two might get lost, Sun Zhiwei decided to follow them down.

After thinking for a moment, he took a spare parachute from a Black Hawk helicopter in the space and carried it on his back.

Then, facing the last rays of the setting sun, he leaped from the top of the waterfall.

Soon, a pure white flower bloomed in mid-air, carrying Sun Zhiwei slowly down to the bottom of the waterfall.

Sun Zhiwei's parachute, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, resembled half a fireball, a scene witnessed by the mercenary captain who had just awakened in the distance.

"Parachute? Why would there be a parachute here?" The mercenary captain, who had just woken up, was still a little dazed and his whole body ached.

He sat up in the shallow water, muttered a few words to himself, and only then did his mind clear.

Who else could be following them but the pursuers of the Red Empire?

These pursuers even brought parachutes, something almost unnecessary, deep into the jungle, which must be because they had enough manpower.

This showed that they had not shaken off their pursuers. Once the captain understood this logic, he immediately got up and walked to a short distance away, where he dragged the "big fish" that was lying there barely alive out of the river.

Afterwards, the mercenary captain performed a simple procedure to revive the "big fish."

Seeing the equally disheveled mercenary captain beside him, "Big Fish" couldn't help but burst into tears.

He regretted it. If he had known things would turn out this way, he would have been better off staying in his office, drinking tea and reading the newspaper.

Sun Zhiwei had already landed safely and witnessed everything.

Unfortunately, there's no going back in life; evil deeds always come at a price.

He hasn't paid enough yet.

Once ashore, the "big fish" knew that the pursuers were following him again, so he had no choice but to pull himself together and continue his escape with the mercenary captain.

They had no idea where their route had gone, but the mercenary captain was still using a compass and a wet map to find a possible route.

The "big fish" couldn't help at all and could only follow behind him like a walking corpse.

Sun Zhiwei had already noticed that the mercenary captain had been hit in the internal organs by falling logs from the raft after falling off the waterfall.

He could clearly see that the other person's internal organs were bleeding. In this primeval jungle, such internal bleeding indicated that the other person was already on the verge of death.

(End of this chapter)