Chapter 3 (1/2)

Donford Wu was not afraid of the animal inside the parachute bag, but was afraid of what kind of damages would it do to the parachute itself. The parachute inside the bag is pressured in very tightly, only animals from the rodent or pangolin species could squeeze inside, no matter which kind of animal it was, the parachute would have sustained serious damage.

After being alarmed , Donford Wu quickly calmed down, looking down, he could only see the lingering mist below, completely unable to see the situation at the bottom of the valley and also unable to determine how far away he was away from the ground.

Seeing that the situation was unclear, Donford Wu could only guess, most of the mountains at the borders of Myanmar were around two thousand meters, at this height, a parachute that has been damaged is absolutely unable to smoothly bring two people down to the bottom of the valley.

He has two options, one is to descend with two people, once they are close to the ground, open the parachute as the first buffer, then when the parachute loses effect, use the drug trafficker’s body as the second buffer, and then land.

There is also a second choice, which is to take off the parachute bag away from the drug trafficker, shoulder it and descend by himself. This way, it can decrease the acceleration towards the ground, while decreasing the amount of weight the parachute has to bear.

Donford Wu choose the second option without a doubt, even though the chance of survival is larger, but the amount of danger is also larger too. Changing parachutes while in mid-air, if he doesn’t wear the parachute correctly before using it, he would easily just die by the fall.

After making up his mind, Donford Wu quickly released the parachute buckles and kicked away the drug trafficker’s body. With his back facing the ground, using his fastest speed, he put on the parachute bag and quickly spread out his limbs afterwards, through increasing resistance, Donford Wu can decrease the speed while falling.

The mist below was thicker than he expected, while he was falling, he was completely unable to see his surroundings and the ground below. This situation made Donford Wu secretly cry out in bitterness. Without knowing what his alt.i.tude was, he is unable to know what time he should pull open his parachute at.

Waiting.

Waiting again.

Still the same, waiting.

After every second, the stress on Donford Wu’s heart increased, he didn’t know at what height the mist would clear, waiting for the results, might cause him to die, or maybe even increase his survival probability.

Just when Donford Wu’s tension reached an uncomparable high, the mist suddenly vanished, and in front of him was a stretch of flat farmland, large petals of safflower indicated that the crops grown here were most likely poppies.

What Donford Wu cared for was not what kind of crop was grown, but what height he was at. Being able to clearly see what is below said that his height was incredibly close, it was evident that he missed the best opportunity to open his parachute, he can not not open his parachute any longer.

Pulling the activation string, the parachute opened up smoothly, but after the main parachute decreased most of the momentum, Donford Wu was not pulled back up in the air, this was clearly the result of the parachute being damaged.

With the parachute failing, Donford Wu did a series of movement seconds before landing.

Throw away the parachute and flip over, preventing the possibility of broken ribs stabbing into his lungs.

Both hand around his head, decrease the impact on his head.

Relaxing muscles, getting ready to crash.

Breathing out, to avoid air trembling violently, causing internal damage to organs.

He could only do this, if he wanted to survive this fall, he could only count on the softness of the ground.

“Plop!”

“Why is it water?” Doubt has already creeped into his mind, his back and two legs already hitting a hard substance.

After choking on a bit of water, Donford Wu quickly swam upwards, his left calf sended out a terrible pain and a tingling feeling, indicating that the bones were most likely fractured.

The water wasn’t deep, Donford Wu was able to surface rather quickly, just when he wanted to breath, the scene around him caused him to suck in a breath of cold air (TL: something surprising), the poppy fields that he saw was gone without a trace, what it was replaced by was a gentle moving stream, a mess of rocks on both sides made up the sh.o.r.e on both sides.

Donford Wu immediately took in his surroundings, turning his head, he discovered that a woman was standing in shallow water not 10 meters away from him, her hand holding a sharpened wooden pool, slack jawed, she was staring directly at him.

After determining that she did not have any hostility and only surprise by her expression, Donford Wu didn’t look at the woman for long, because except for a shabby piece of rags around her waist, there was nothing else.

Until Donford Wu crawled onto sh.o.r.e with great difficulty, did the woman wake from her stupor, leaving the stream behind and heading into a forest on the west side.

The intercom was sweep away by the wind long before, but good thing that the positioning device was still there, but at that moment, he could only see his own lat.i.tude and longitude coordinates, and unable to see his squad’s coordinates.