Chapter 764

There were at least ten wild wolves surrounding them. If it weren’t for the guns they had, they would have been devoured by wolves that night.
However, the locals’ diet, beliefs, and experiences were all different. They even started skinning the wolves right away and roasting the meat over the fire.
One of the women offered Nina a wolf leg, but Nina waved it away. She couldn’t eat it, especially with the smell of wolf blood filling her nostrils.
Scarlett handed her the last of their bread and some of the black tree leaf juice the woman had given them in the desert. Just a whiff of the juice made Nina feel more alert.
She tried to use her phone, but there was still no signal. They had to spend the night here and then travel another three hours tomorrow to reach the populated area, still far from Yaren. When would she finally see Scott and Nash?
Hugging herself, Nina looked up at the sky. The stars and the moon were clearly visible.
Meanwhile, Nash was also in a grim mood. He had met the people he needed to and received a new mission, but James and Felix still hadn’t been able to contact Nina.
All they knew was that she had gotten off the plane. Unlike at home, they didn’t have extensive networks and permissions here.
Nash had been extremely busy since arriving, constantly under fire, and he hadn’t smoked. But now, he felt an urge to light up.
Seeing this, James immediately handed him a cigarette. Nash lit it, the smoke quickly enveloping his face. James knew how frustrated Nash was.
“Captain, I’ve sent out notifications and requested a photo of Ma’am from Quincy. I’ll inform you as soon as we get any news,” James said. He and Felix occasionally referred to Nina as “sister-in-law,” but mostly as “Ma’am.” Nash didn’t respond. This wasn’t like home, where they could leverage connections and search systematically.
Here, it was like searching for a needle in a haystack. He had planned everything so that Nina could stay safe at home, pursuing her interests, rather than taking risks here.
But now, he couldn’t contact her or tell her these things.
James didn’t say much else. Nash smoked half the cigarette before losing interest and tossing it away, his expression as cold as frost.
“How’s the situation with Pharaoh?” he asked.
“The situation is dire. Their internal conflicts are severe, and with the increased patrols, our contacts haven’t been able to establish communication,” James reported. Nash’s brows furrowed deeply, his expression as cold as ice. A violent aura surrounded him, making him look like a demon from the depths of hell.
James, sensing the intensity, added, “But don’t worry, Captain. We’re keeping up with the situation here. For now, focus on healing your wound.” “No, we’re heading to Yaren soon,” Nash insisted. Having met with the contact, there was no reason to stay here any longer.
“But Captain, you’re still injured…” James was concerned about Nash continuing on.
With Nash’s injuries and the constant danger, one wrong move could spell disaster.
He hoped Nash would take the time to heal properly.