The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 887

About five minutes in, Payton suddenly lowered his voice and spoke to the group behind him. "There's movement behind the brush to our front left. About three hundred meters. Sounds like a local patrol."

Without opening his eyes, he pointed a steady finger exactly in that direction.

Instantly, the entire team dropped low, holding their breath and melting into the shadows of the trees.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, a squad of five or six armed guards emerged from the brush, flanked by two massive wolfhounds with their red tongues lolling out.

The heavy thud of military boots approached and then faded, crunching loudly against the thick layer of dead leaves.

The hounds seemed to catch a faint scent, their noses twitching nervously, causing the team to freeze completely.

Perhaps due to their excellent camouflage, the dogs couldn't pinpoint the anomaly.

The patrol's footsteps eventually faded deep into the jungle, leaving behind nothing but the chirping of birds and the hum of insects.

Only then did Callahan slowly raise his hand, giving a sharp forward signal. The team resumed their advance, pushing deeper into the valley.

They had no idea that hidden in a bird's nest high up in a Banyan tree, a micro-camera was silently tracking their every move.

Ten kilometers away, in a dimly lit underground monitoring room, the blue glow of dozens of screens illuminated a completely expressionless face.

A man wearing a headset tapped his fingers lightly against the control console. His eyes were locked onto the blinking dots moving across the main screen. A slow, dark smirk crept onto his face as he murmured into the microphone.

"The mice are in the cage."

"Notify the inner perimeter. Get ready to pull the net."

...

Back in the valley, the team managed to bypass two more patrols, relying entirely on Payton's superhuman hearing and Callahan's flawless commands.

But their luck couldn't hold out forever.

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