American Comics: BOSS Invasion

As dawn barely broke, Jack began his day of toil. He wasn't sure if what he was doing was right, but he didn't know what else to do.

There were simply too many injured people. The plane's medical supplies were limited, and resources were scarce everywhere.

For now, with civilization still a recent memory and moral values still holding sway, the survivors were relatively restrained. But everyone knew this situation was only temporary.

Just like last night, all the water had vanished into thin air. No one knew who had taken it.

This would have been a minor incident, especially after the rain last night. But as long as water wasn't scarce, it wouldn't cause too much commotion.

However, this event caused a shift in the atmosphere among the survivors. The initial spirit of shared adversity, working together, and waiting for rescue had morphed into mutual suspicion and competition for survival resources, even at the expense of the group's well-being, all to prolong their own lives.

Human nature is selfish, and Jack felt this acutely as he treated them. But even so, he remained true to his identity as a doctor, upholding the spirit of healing the wounded and rescuing the dying.

Carter was always helping, and a few other companions were also busy running around. The contracted workers were mostly searching for supplies, while a few were idle. One-third of the people were injured and unable to move, and the rest were rummaging through boxes, trying to find something useful.

Of course, after the water theft incident, the survivors were even more strict about guarding the food. Now, each watch required two to three people, supervising each other, and rotating shifts every few hours.

Although the stated reason was to ensure everyone got enough rest, everyone knew the real reason.

When the sun finally rose, around seven or eight o'clock, Carter, along with a few companions responsible for distributing food, gave everyone their minimum rations for the day. Seeing the food dwindling, they were all relatively silent.

Jack didn't know what to do either; his eyes were filled with confusion.

John Locke felt a stirring within him. Once a valiant and skilled boxer, he had been tricked out of a kidney by his own father.

From then on, his whole life had been ruined. He had been living a worthless existence, his lower body numb, unable to move. He thought that was how his life would end.

But this plane crash had miraculously restored his ability to walk.

This sudden good news was no small thing. Until today, he had always thought he was dreaming, his expression dazed. He would constantly check his legs and feet, walking around as if he had ADHD, even eating absentmindedly.

After a couple of days, John gradually calmed down and accepted this grace bestowed upon him by God. He decided to start the outdoor hiking plan that had been buried in his heart for many years.

Hearing Jack and Carter's discussion and knowing that everyone was short on food, he hesitated for a moment and decided to step forward.

"What did you say?"

"I said, since there's no food, let's go hunting!"

John's expression was calm. He was playing with a military knife in his hand, the sharp blade gleaming in the sunlight.

No matter what the reason is, species richness represents that humans don't occupy the earth solely based on numbers!"

John smiled confidently and dragged out a small box, slowly opening it.

Jack couldn't help but widen his eyes. Inside the box were neatly arranged knives, 12 in a row, a total of 4 rows, various daggers of different lengths, appearing particularly noble and elegant against the red background.

"Since we're hungry, let's go hunting. As long as we have perseverance and knowledge, we can survive in the wilderness, not to mention this is an island rich in resources and bursting with species!"

Before John could finish speaking, Harry's voice came from afar.

"He's right, the island has abundant resources, and the number of plants and animals is unimaginable, enough to feed us all!"

Jack turned his head and saw a familiar figure walking towards them.

Carter couldn't help but say, "Harry, where have you been? We've been looking for you all night!"

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't expect it to rain suddenly, so I was delayed for some time. I thought I was just going to deliver some bread and water, but I discovered another way of life, which really opened my eyes!"

Harry walked up to them, wiped his face, and his smile grew even wider.

Jack and Carter exchanged glances, curious, "What do you mean?"

"Remember the person who fell from the sky yesterday? The one who jumped onto the beach with a parachute?"

"Oh, you mean that person!" They both had a realization, then frowned again: "He's not with us?"

Harry shook his head and praised, "Qi Shan certainly wouldn't stay on the empty beach. You don't know, Qi Shan is a true master of wilderness survival. He only spent a day and a night to find a suitable campsite to set up camp.

Using only a small knife, he wove a very beautiful small tent out of bamboo, and the bed inside, made of straw and banana leaves, was extremely soft.

And the snake meat we ate yesterday, after the slate was heated, was slightly grilled, which completely stimulated the aroma of the snake meat."

Speaking of this, Harry couldn't help but swallow.

The others exchanged glances, all feeling a little unbelievable.

Harry didn't want to convince them, just couldn't help but show off a bit.

Seeing the suspicious look in everyone's eyes, Harry didn't say much, just smiled and said, "By the way, I found a freshwater source in the nearby mountains. It flows down from a spring on the top of the mountain, and it tastes very good, you can drink it directly!

Although we don't have enough bottled water, we can still have one bottle per person. With these bottles, we won't be short of water!"

Harry smiled happily, feeling that he had helped everyone.

Jack and the others suddenly fell silent.

Harry felt something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

Jack said, "Harry, you did bring back good news, but last night, all of our bottled water was stolen!"

Harry's eyes widened, and Carter nodded helplessly.

He suddenly felt that it was more comfortable on Qi Shan's side.