Chapter 84

The moment the livestream flickered back to life, the tension in the air dissipated among the team leaders.

"Can we restore the signal?" Hank Cooper whispered to Lucy White.

Lucy shook her head. "The production crew's mobile relay is under their control. Our equipment can only sustain the livestream." She tapped her phone screen lightly. "Unless we find their signal jammer."

A flicker of disappointment crossed Hank's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. "At least we still have the livestream."

On camera, Hank and Victor Stone subtly flashed a series of hand signals—exclusive codes used by their special ops unit. They couldn’t risk an overt SOS, not with the kidnappers watching. But they trusted their comrades monitoring the stream would understand.

The live comments exploded:

[Where’s Lucy? Show us Lucy!]

[Ethan’s not working today?]

[The production team is ruthless!]

Daniel Miller rubbed his growling stomach. "Hank, can we go find some food?"

"Split into teams," Hank said with a grin. "Two groups will cover more ground."

"I want to be with Lucy!" Daniel immediately raised his hand.

The other guests chimed in, "Us too!"

Ethan Smith smirked. "Sorry, but we’re already a team."

Daniel smacked his forehead. "Forgot about that!"

Hank shrugged. "The director specifically said you all need to experience real island survival." He gestured toward the three approaching team leaders. "So they’ll be guiding you."

Groans erupted. "The director is brutal!"

The comments flooded with [Director is heartless!]

As they were forcibly separated, Robert Lee protested, "Why does Ethan get to stay with Lucy?"

Ethan replied coolly, "I took the day off."

Silence.

Top-tier celebrities really did whatever they wanted.

Once out of livestream range, Hank lowered his voice. "Follow the footprints?"

Lucy shook her head. "No need. I marked them." Her fingers brushed the divination compass, and the needle spun wildly before locking onto a direction.

"Found them," Lucy murmured, eyes sharpening.

The trio followed the compass through dense foliage.

An hour later, the trees thinned—

Hidden cabins stood in a clearing, guarded by armed patrols.

Victor sucked in a breath. "This is their base."

Hank narrowed his eyes. "Now things get interesting."

Ethan suddenly gripped Lucy’s shoulder. "Someone’s coming."

The four ducked into the underbrush.

A familiar figure emerged from the main cabin—

A missing production assistant from the crew.

Lucy’s pupils constricted. "So there was a mole."

Hank’s hand hovered near his waist. "What now?"

"Wait," Lucy said firmly. "We move at nightfall."

The jungle burned crimson under the setting sun.

A silent battle was about to begin.