Chapter 97

The roar of the helicopter faded into the distance before Commander Holt signaled the team to retreat.

"Did you get a clear look at their leader?" the commander asked in a low voice.

Hank Cooper and Victor Stone exchanged glances before nodding in unison.

"Lily Green called him Ian Stone," Hank quickly explained their connection, emphasizing the signal marker incident.

The commander frowned. "Was she the one who suggested this location for the show?"

"Unlikely," Hank shook his head. "Seemed like a chance encounter with someone from her past."

"Any photos?" the commander pressed.

Hank grimaced. "Almost got caught. Didn’t manage to snap one. But we can work with a sketch."

A determined glint flashed in his eyes. "I’ll request a task force as soon as we’re back. We will track him down."

"Good." The commander clapped him on the shoulder. "Keep a close eye on Lily Green too."

At the mention of Lucy White, the commander’s expression brightened. "Heard her talismans are effective?"

"More than just effective!" Hank gestured excitedly. "You saw the tracking talisman in action. The medicinal charm is even more incredible—just wearing it eases pain instantly."

The commander considered for a moment. "Can we commission more from her? Compensation isn’t an issue."

"Already on it," Hank grinned. "I’ll approach her after the livestream wraps up."

"Get it done, and I’ll put in a commendation for your team." He paused. "And for Lucy as well."

Hank’s eyes lit up. "Thanks, Commander!"

Meanwhile, by the campfire, a crowd had gathered.

"Ethan! Those leaf projectiles were insane!" The trainees gazed at him in awe.

Ethan Smith offered a modest smile. "Just a minor trick."

Michael Johnson rolled his eyes internally. Who does he think he’s fooling?

Then, attention shifted to Lucy.

"Lucy! How did you make those venomous insects turn on each other like that?"

She blinked innocently. "Maybe they just had a sudden existential crisis?"

The group fell silent.

The director approached nervously. "Hank, are we… still filming?"

"Absolutely." Hank’s tone left no room for argument. "Act like nothing happened tonight."

He scanned the group. "The island is secure. No need to worry."

The guests exchanged glances—with Lucy around, what was there to fear?

That night, sleep would elude them all.