But how to save them? They had guns, and she couldn't fight or run.
Grace's mind raced…
"Ah—"
With a startled cry, she stood up.
The mercenaries were drawn to her, and one reprimanded her sharply, "What are you screaming about? Always jumping at shadows."
"Hurry up and get it done."
This woman was acting strangely today. The mercenary immediately harbored murderous intent towards Grace.
Grace put on a mysterious air, "Don't rush, don't rush, I've discovered something."
Her curiosity piqued, the mercenary temporarily suppressed his urge to kill, "What is it?"
Grace pointed at the cobras and began her spiel, "These female cobras are in courtship. Look…" (She figured these rough men wouldn't be able to tell male from female anyway.) "The female snake's skin color has changed, and it's raising its tail. This indicates that its tail base is releasing female hormones to attract male snakes for mating… blah blah blah…"
The mercenaries were completely bewildered by her explanation, utterly confused.
What did that mean?
What kind of professional terms was she using? Damn it, he couldn't understand a word.
"Keep it simple." Speak human language! The mercenary didn't want to appear like an idiot, and his tone became sharp, "What are you trying to say?"
Grace knew her words had an effect, so she stated her purpose, "Besides artificially breeding venomous snakes, this farm also attracts wild venomous snakes for mating."
"See, so many female snakes are excited. This means there are many wild male snakes nearby."
"But there are many irritating plants planted outside the farm gate that snakes are afraid of, preventing them from entering."
"So, I'll take some female snakes out, and you can catch more male snakes for yourselves."
The mercenary looked utterly baffled, "This…"
Grace urged him, "Don't dawdle! Aren't you pressed for time?"
The mercenary was still hesitant—his boss had just given him orders to kill them all after the snakes were caught.
Seeing that he couldn't make the decision, Grace turned and ran towards the gate, "Never mind, I'll find your boss."
Grace spun the same tale to the mercenary boss, and stated resolutely, "Let me try. Snakes are social animals."
"Although we can't catch thousands of venomous snakes, catching a hundred or so is definitely not a problem."
"And your commission is high, so we can cooperate long-term."
"I guarantee you'll earn more next year than this year!"
The mercenary boss was swayed by Grace's words, a flicker of interest in his eyes—earn more next year than this year? Long-term cooperation?
"Do you have that capability?" The mercenary boss's sharp eyes swept over Grace. If he had seen even a hint of fear or guilt in her eyes, he would have snapped her neck on the spot.
Grace's gaze was steady, and her face showed intense excitement, "You'll know if you try." She paused, "If I don't find a hundred or so venomous snakes within two hours, I won't take the two million commission."
The mercenary boss was amused by the woman's audacity, "Hahaha, hahahaha."
This was interesting; he quite admired this woman.
Even if she couldn't find that many snakes, he wouldn't kill her.
"Fine, I'll give you this chance," the mercenary boss said.
While Grace returned to the snake den to prepare the female snakes, the mercenary boss instructed his subordinates, "Follow her, don't let her play any tricks."
"Also, I want her back alive."
Subordinate: "Yes."
Grace left with the female cobras and one male mercenary.
They hadn't gone far when Grace saw a helicopter parked outside the farm.
Everyone was busy loading the goods. Once the loading was complete, the mercenary boss's sharp, brutal gaze fell upon them. The others quickly aimed their guns at the snake catchers and, with a series of shots, finished them all off.
Immediately, the mercenaries doused the surroundings with gasoline and boarded the helicopter.
As the helicopter ascended, the mercenary fired a shot towards the farm.
"Bang—"
A raging inferno engulfed the entire farm.
Standing on the mountaintop, Grace, who had witnessed the entire process, was speechless: "————"