"That's amazing."
"This is practically Green Arrow."
A burst of enthusiastic cheers and applause erupted from the crowd.
On this island full of unknowns, combat prowess was synonymous with a sense of security.
Hughes's miraculous archery skill undoubtedly gave everyone a strong sense of security.
Hughes enjoyed the feeling of being admired by everyone.
He tossed his blond hair, a smile of a lonely master hanging on the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with eagerness.
In fact, everyone could tell that rather than searching for the transmitter, he was filled with anticipation for this expedition, similar to going hunting on the Africa savanna.
He was just one step away from roaring to the sky: "My big blade has long been hungry and impatient."
With the powerful initiative of the blond Hughes, the prototype of the team was quickly established.
"I'll go too."
The second person to step forward was the curly-haired Banner.
This seemingly mild-mannered and honest Dr. of Physics pushed up the glasses that were not on the bridge of his nose and analyzed earnestly: "Considering that the transmitter might be damaged in the high-speed impact of the crash, or unable to start due to wiring issues, the team needs someone who understands electromechanics. I can repair machines; while I dare not say I can fix everything, this is, after all, my field of expertise."
Moreover, looking at his slightly stout but still broad shoulders and his height of over 1.8 meters, even without combat training, as a healthy adult male, being in the team could at least bolster morale and help carry heavy objects.
"I'll join too."
The third voice was somewhat helpless but carried a sense of duty that he had to go.
Dr. Stephen Strange sighed and straightened his suit, which was wrinkled but still expensive.
"Since we are entering a primeval jungle with no paths, bruises, insect bites, and even fractures are highly probable events. Having a Doctor in the team is far better than you all spitting on each other to disinfect wounds."
He looked at Barton, who had bandages on his leg.
"As for our tough guy Mr. Barton, although his spirit is commendable, if he doesn't want to lose that leg, it is best to stay honestly in the camp and recuperate. It's God's blessing that the wound hasn't become infected; if strenuous exercise causes the wound to burst, even I won't be able to save that leg."
Although Barton was somewhat unwilling, he knew that Strange spoke the truth: "I will stay here to protect the camp and, by the way, teach everyone how to make some simple defensive traps."
"What about me? I want to go too," Annie said, holding Hughes's arm and acting a bit spoiled.
"No, my dear," Hughes said with a grand wave of his hand, rejecting his girlfriend's request. "The jungle is too dirty and chaotic; it's not suitable for you. You just stay here and wait for good news. Don't worry, with me here, let alone a transmitter, I could even shoot a lion for you to see. You might not have even finished a glass of water before we return with victory."
His grandiose words made Alice frown.
This kind of blind confidence is often the hallmark of the character who dies first in a horror movie.
Finally, the team still needed a guide.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Alice.
After all, only she knew the specific direction where the nose crashed, and only she possessed the valuable experience of surviving on this island for a month.
"Alice, can you lead the way?" Banner asked gently.
Alice looked at the lush, bottomless jungle, her heart filled with many doubts, and one could even say she was full of resistance.
She had once stood on a high point and observed that valley from afar.
It was covered in eerie mist all year round, appearing gloomy and terrifying even in the daytime.
It was a forbidden zone that even wild boars, Sabretooth, and packs of jackals dared not easily step into.
The deafening roar that woke her up yesterday morning had come from deep within the valley.
The power and coercion contained in that sound were definitely not something an ordinary Beast could emit.
She could imagine what kind of terrifying existence was there.
It was a true prehistoric overlord, the king at the top of the food chain.
But looking at the expectant eyes of these people, and then looking at the broken plane, Alice understood clearly in her heart.