The villain also has spring 2

Chapter 2036, Section 2.34: The Hope of Surviving to the End
"Slurp, slurp, slurp..." The world was silent except for the sound of the gluttonous giant snake licking the digestive juices mixed with human flesh and blood.

This is a unique feeding method of giant snakes. Their enormous bodies are no longer able to kill much smaller prey by constriction. So, they pour digestive juices into a confined space and then suck the melted and decomposed flesh back into their stomachs, which becomes the most efficient way to eat.

Ever since that half-swallowed business jet, the python has long been accustomed to hunting human survivors. Biologically speaking, its brain capacity, like its ever-expanding body, is evolving. This means it will employ increasingly intelligent hunting methods.

Because it saw no opportunity to catch the scattered smaller prey, the giant python focused intently on licking the deformed hull that was constantly oozing oars. Undoubtedly, it was conserving energy for its upcoming mating. It's said that during mantis mating, the female eats the male to replenish her energy for later egg-laying. One wonders if this male giant snake will meet the same fate, being devoured piece by piece by the Blood Orchid Queen during mating.

"Captain," Weng Changting said softly.

Captain Nine-Tailed immediately understood what the sisters were thinking: "Save them first."

"Okay." Team 4 members immediately entered the arena. The giant snake, which was feeding, instantly locked onto their figures. Just then, Wu Chen's fleeting True Sight caught a glimpse of something unusual: "Wait a minute."

"My lord?" Captain Nine-Tails immediately stopped.

“It just sucked the scimitar in,” Wu Chen said firmly. “It’s still alive.”

Before the words were finished, a jet of blood suddenly shot out from the giant snake's protruding upper jaw.

"Hiss—" Taking advantage of the giant snake's painful hissing and flicking of its tongue, a blood-soaked figure raised an arc welding torch and forcefully emerged from the upper jaw. Like a groundhog burrowing out of a hole, it tore the wound in the upper jaw into a bloody hole. Hot blood gushed out, and the giant snake thrashed wildly. It flung the curved blade, along with the figure, to the ground.

With its vital organs severely damaged, the giant snake lost all appetite. Bearing the bloody hole in its upper jaw, it turned and plunged into the swamp, dragging a trail of scarlet blood as it sped away. The spreading blood trail resembled an underground river hidden beneath the swamp, rising to the surface with the receding waves, instantly turning the world into a river of blood, filling it with an unbearable stench.

"How could he still be alive?" This was the question on the mind of Captain Nine-Tailed and all the female warriors. This giant serpent had evolved to the point that its digestive fluids could corrode steel. The survivors' various tight-fitting protective suits were as fragile as paper.

"Snake-skin armor." Wu Chen, who had completely deconstructed the spirit body of the captured scimitar in the shortest amount of time, had already seen through the secret: "The Blood Orchid Queen's last molt protected him. It's like a venomous snake that didn't poison itself. A giant python that has evolved to the point of spraying digestive juices to decompose its prey obviously won't be harmed by its own digestive juices."

"No wonder." Captain Nine-Tails immediately realized.

"The snakeskin was cut up by everyone that day, almost everyone got one." Hu Xueji recalled a detail: "But why was he the only one who escaped unscathed?"

The mystery was soon solved.

After the female producer used a high-pressure water gun to clean up the remaining digestive fluids, the insulating suit on the curved knife was the key to its survival.

This garment is made of nylon-coated fabric, which is resistant to high voltage, flame retardant, and acid and alkali resistant. Its structure includes multiple layers of composite materials. When using it, it must be paired with electrically insulating gloves and boots of the same or higher electrical resistance rating. The electrically insulating garment will not break down under 16000V, has an afterflame time of ≤2 seconds, and its acid and alkali resistance will not allow penetration within 1 hour.

When repairing the shuttle oil tanker, the scimitar was responsible for the most important welding work. He wore a full set of insulated clothing to prevent electric shock. This protective suit, far exceeding the protection of ordinary tight-fitting clothing, provided him with maximum protection.

Those survivors who only sewed the snakeskin onto ordinary clothes, leaving gaps at the collar, cuffs, and trouser legs, still could not escape when their bodies were submerged in the python's digestive fluids.

Unfortunately, this is a common way for protagonists to resist "plot-driven deaths." The most inconspicuous yet crucial props always end up in the protagonist's possession through plot developments, becoming key items in combating "plot-driven deaths." Meanwhile, ordinary minor characters, despite their best efforts and desperate measures, ultimately cannot escape their fate.

Why was the full-body, airtight, insulated suit with its own breathing filter on Curved Blade's body? The answer is he was doing the most dangerous job: welding the hull of a ship. Why didn't he take it off after finishing? Because time was of the essence; the final finishing touches hadn't been completed before the lucky winners were already lining up to board. The welding machine had barely stopped when the female director set off. Before Curved Blade could even catch his breath, the giant python had already attacked…

In short, nothing is possible without coincidences, and nothing is possible without wine.

Where can we seek justice?

The continuously overflowing digestive fluids filled the entire dock with a pungent, sour stench that lingered for a long time. Soon, undigested human skeletons began to spill out.

The oil tanker, nicknamed "Giant Sugarcane," which had been half-chewed by the giant python, couldn't be moved even with a quay crane. The only way to move it was to wait until all the internal fluids drained out and the ship's weight was reduced as much as possible. Therefore, the last survivors quickly dug a trench connecting to the sewers, allowing the digestive fluids to flow out of the dock as much as possible.

It was later confirmed that the entire ship perished, with only the scimitar surviving. But it wasn't all bad news.

Everyone witnessed the gluttonous python being blown apart on the head by the welding torch. Although it was unclear whether the gaping wound in its upper jaw was fatal, this initial, severe injury gave everyone a glimmer of hope that the python would survive.

"My lord, what should we do now?" Captain Nine-Tails exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"Follow my markings and find some skeletons." Wu Chen was prepared.

"My lord wants to resurrect them?" The Nine-Tailed Captain's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up.

"No rush, save it for now." Wu Chen didn't spoil anything beforehand: "If the female producer asks, just say you want to study the giant snake's digestive system."

"Yes, sir." Captain Nine-Tails immediately complied.

"Captain, Machete (the Scimitar) has something to say to you." The female producer spoke as soon as the radio connection was established. She had already secured the scimitar immediately.

"A hotel?" Captain Nine-Tails had already guessed.

"Yes, room 107," the female producer announced the room number.

"Coming." The team members were left behind to search for the remains. Captain Nine-Tailed himself went to the jungle inn.

The entrance to 107 was crowded with high-ranking officers from the camp. Besides the female director, Captain Nine-Tailed also saw some women he had never met before.

"Go in." The female director, leaning against the door, took a deep drag on her cigarette, her eyes filled with undisguised sadness and panic.

"Okay." Captain Nine-Tails didn't say anything more.

Stepping into the jungle-themed single suite, Captain Nine-Tails immediately noticed the curved blade whose upper body was wrapped in bandages. Clearly, he was still injured.

"Is there any medicine that can quickly heal wounds in that coded container?" the female producer asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Yes," Captain Nine-Tails said without hiding anything. "Also, we are developing an 'antitoxin serum'."

"Is it effective?" the female producer pressed.

“It only works on women.” Captain Nine-Tailed offered a reasonable explanation: “Perhaps it’s because the ‘immortality serum’ we use comes from that Blood Orchid Queen.”

"That's why you recruited them." The female producer immediately connected the dots in the plot.

“Yes.” Captain Nine-Tails nodded gently.

"How much 'antitoxin serum' is left?" Captain Nine-Tails may not have fewer secrets, but knowing that she is a trustworthy partner is enough.

"3." A squad carries only 12 "Rejuvenation Needles".

“I’ll choose the list. Is that alright?” The female producer paused slightly.

"Okay, no problem." The Nine-Tails captain, who didn't seem reluctant, was actually waiting for this sentence.