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Jack, who seemed to be the most seriously injured, did not receive such treatment. The girls took the initiative to step aside, and Jiejie reached out to support him.

Because he was worried that any clues would be revealed when he checked the wound afterwards, and because it was just a flesh wound, Jack simply did not use any skills to heal the wound, causing the blood in the wound to coagulate and stick to his clothes.

Jiejie took him directly into the small bathroom on the third floor, cut open the damaged clothes and pants with scissors, washed his wounds with clean water, and frowned when she was about to disinfect and bandage them.

"The wound on your waist is a bit deep and needs stitches."

Jack didn't want to suffer twice. It was quite painful to go back and remove the stitches. When he saw the needleless suture device in the medical bag, he handed it to her directly, "Use this. My wounds always heal very quickly."

The needleless suture device is two pieces of tape attached to both sides of the wound. There is a flexible thread connecting them in the middle. Once the tape is applied and the thread in the middle is gently tightened, the wounds on both sides can be gathered together, creating a suture-like effect.

Seeing the girl lowering her head, carefully disinfecting and debriding him, and then carefully applying the tape, adjusting it bit by bit, as if she was worried about hurting him, Jack's breathing became a little faster.

"Jennifer, it was very dangerous just now."

"I know, I was worried about you too, and I only relaxed when I saw you come back."

Jiejie still lowered her head and fiddled with the thin lines, seemingly not surprised that he suddenly called her name.

"Well, I mean, I almost died. That bastard Shebek didn't detonate those broadswords until the last moment."

Jack is much thicker-skinned now.

"I heard it. The PMCs left a communicator for us. Everyone was very worried about you. When you returned to the communication range, everyone cheered."

Seeing that she was still lowering her head and fiddling with those damn needleless sutures, as if she didn't understand her hint, Jack's breathing became slightly faster.

"I mean, I was just so nervous."

Jack closed his mouth, as if he felt that if he continued speaking, it would be too shameless.

Jiejie didn't speak, as if she was too focused and didn't notice Jack's words. After a while, she raised her head and said happily.

"It's done. This is my first time doing this. Does it still hurt? Is there any discomfort?"

Seeing the concern in this girl's eyes, Jack really couldn't say what he said next.

"It's good. I'm fine. I'm going to find Bree Terri and ask about her communication with Garcia and Taylor Kelly."

Jack was about to stand up, but Jiejie held him down hard, swung her long legs and sat directly on him, asking with an angry look on his face.

"Who are you going to find?"

A narrow smile appeared on Jack's lips, playing tricks on him. How red was his neck and ears? Do you really think he couldn't see it?

As the treatment continues, the single bathroom, which was originally used for showering, gradually becomes a sauna room.

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A successful sneak attack and an even more successful ambush made the plane crash survivors' second night on Jolo much easier.

Several PMCs took turns keeping vigil, which allowed Jack to hide in the mosquito net with peace of mind and have a good night's rest.

In the early morning, the mist in the rainforest has not yet dissipated. A column of smoke rose into the sky again from the abandoned mine. Several umbrella flowers bloomed in the sky. SEAL Team B finally arrived.

However, compared to the first airdrop of PMCs, the mood of the passengers is much calmer now, and everyone is doing their respective tasks in an orderly manner.

Jason Hayes, who still had a beard, sinister eyes, and a military look, took the initiative to extend his hand to Jack this time.

"Long time no see, old friend."

Jack didn't reach out, but took the initiative to open his arms and hugged him warmly.

"Since we are all old friends, don't you seem too reserved like this?"

After he greeted Clay, Sonny, Ray and other members of Team B one by one, Sherbeck walked up and looked at them suspiciously.

"Is it my imagination? Why do I think these bastards are more enthusiastic when they see you than when they see me?"

Jack shrugged. He didn't know what the relationship between Shebek and everyone in Team B was like, but they had shared the stolen goods together, and they had shared real money in the true sense. There are few friendships that are deeper than this.

Team B has learned the latest information before arriving. If the previous rescue mission was A-level in difficulty and could be upgraded to S-level at any time, it has now been downgraded to a D-level or even E-level mission.

So everyone seems to be relatively relaxed, because the largest armed force on the island has been basically dispersed, and even their leader was captured alive.

After all, the "Abu Zayev" organization is just a guerrilla-type terrorist organization, not a well-trained regular army.

Whether the various forces compete for a new leader again, or someone can stand up, put aside their differences, gather the remaining defeated soldiers, and come to rescue their leader.

This is not something that can be accomplished in a day or two, because the people here are so undisciplined in character. Whether it is the Philippine ZF Army or the anti-ZF Army, there is absolutely no efficiency at all.

Two days have passed, and there is not even a decent official statement from the Philippine government, let alone someone taking the initiative to contact the survivors of the plane crash who have restored external communications.

As the seals landed, Jiejie began to organize everyone to prepare for evacuation.

The evacuation site is at the seaside closest to the abandoned mine, less than 10 kilometers away. The destroyer "Milius" has already arrived at the outer sea.

Accompanying the SEALs' airdrop were two paratrooper-type all-terrain vehicles. Six members of SEAL Team B rode in these two all-terrain vehicles with heavy machine guns to clear the way, and five PMCs were responsible for breaking up the rear.

At ten o'clock in the morning, all preparations were completed, and the long convoy drove out of the abandoned mine. All supplies and ammunition that could not be taken away were burned.

The pickup truck Jack was riding in was located in the center of the entire convoy. Gaspare was still driving. Jiejie was sitting in the passenger seat. In the back seat were the two captains and deputy captains. In the middle was their only prisoner, the one-armed old man Radulan. Shasillon.

The old guy had been suffering from a high fever since last night, and the wound on his forehead was obviously infected. Jack didn't want to do anything, and no one else had the ability to remove the steel ball embedded in the bone of his forehead.

After all, terrorists have no human rights, and Jiejie only gave him some anti-inflammatory drugs, but if surgery was not performed as soon as possible, his life would have entered a countdown.

However, no one in the beautiful country, whether it is the government or the military, is interested in this old guy. As for handing it over to the Philippine government, sorry, even Captain Fallen just shrugged at the proposal.

The old guy was not left to die in the jungle, not out of humanitarianism, but out of caution. If he was blocked on the way, he would still have a hostage.