When I opened my eyes, I saw a dense jungle instead of paradise or something, well, it looks like I'm still alive, which should be good news.

Twenty minutes ago, I was sitting in the comfort of my plane, watching a bad movie made entirely on special effects, and eating a delicious high-class lunch. But now, half of my body was sunk in the swamp, and the plane was about a kilometre or two away from me as scrap metal and billowing smoke, hoping that the crash wouldn't cause a forest fire or inadvertently destroy some of the jungle's indigenous tribes.

It is estimated that the chances of the pilot and several other accompanying staff members surviving are not very good, because all this happened so fast, I could only barely break the fuselage and jump out a short time before the fall, and the reaction of ordinary people at this time is basically to scream and grab the closest thing to them, and then die with a whimper.

In a word...... Think about the situation in front of me first, I'm about to sink, the muddy water has reached my neck, my whole body hurts, but there should be no fractures, it looks like something has gotten into my clothes, maybe spiders, nematodes, or leeches, but it's nothing more than the feeling of suffocation.

Let me try to struggle a few times, huh...... Well, it sank a little more, and there were no rattan branches around to scratch onto, and it seemed that at the moment I could only pray that a crocodile with human intelligence would drag me out, and that I would pay it a pound of meat for it.

After more than ten seconds, my mouth and nose were all in the mire, and at that moment I thought a lot, life flew by in front of my eyes, and the two seconds that I couldn't breathe seemed to be more than twenty years long, but soon, I noticed one thing, that is...... Actually, the water in this place is not deep, and I can stand in it with my feet stretched out, and my head can poke out of the water......

So I tried to get out of the swamp, and the further I went, the shallower the muddy water became, and soon it became less strenuous, and before long I was falling on the soft dirt and gasping for a while on my back. The smell of the air is terrible, it's humid and muggy, I don't like the tropics very much, and I wish I could get out of this place as soon as possible.

In retrospect, the meeting to Southern Cross County was probably a conspiracy to ask me to wear this uncomfortable suit and tie and attend in person, and the old guys had nothing to say at the meeting. After the meeting, the returning plane suddenly lost control over this inaccessible rainforest, and there were too many strange places...... But then again, if HL really wants to get rid of me, it seems more convenient to directly find a few masters to assassinate me, and I'm not a public figure, so I don't need to disguise myself as an accident to cover up people's eyes, could it be that this crash was caused by the Iron Commandment?

Forget it, if you can't figure it out for a while, let's take one step at a time, and try to return to civilized society first.

I dug out what I was carrying, trying to see what I could do to help. Bone guns, which shouldn't be very useful, unless there are the kind of huge monsters in the movie that require me to use a gun; Universal can opener, my favorite gadget, cutting, wrenching, filing, chopping, cutting, digging everything, this can definitely be used; leather wallet, which contains some change, various magnetic cards, and my unlimited credit card, these should be completely useless.

Well, it's not too bad, let's go to the wreckage and see if we can find anything.