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Ida Chapman descended from the helicopter, nearly stumbling, the burn on her back throbbing with pain. The punishment enforcers following behind paid no attention to Ida's distress. Clenching her teeth with fury, she seethed with hatred for King of Mercenaries, Yves King, supporting herself against a nearby tree to stand upright. Looking around the damp, perilous Amazon jungle, on her second visit, she still felt her heart pounding with fear. She watched for the round, dizzying logs that might roll out without warning, and the enormous and ferociously formidable alligators that could lunge from the Amazon River at any moment.
The brown-skinned man adept at fighting alligators gestured for Ida to follow him, leading the way. Ida gripped her document bag tightly, cautiously approaching her last trump card—the devil Caesar. The punishment enforcers followed closely, like they were escorting a prisoner to her cell.
