Fighting through the searing pain in his back, Andrew held Chantelle tight and dove toward the bottom of the river. The Desert Eagle was useless now, but fortunately, some unknown phosphorescent glow flickered faintly underwater, barely allowing him to see ahead.

Chantelle's eyes were wide with terror as she tried to cry out underwater. She swallowed two huge gulps of water before quickly shutting her mouth and frantically gesturing to Andrew with her hands.

Andrew knew what she was trying to ask, but now was not the time to worry about other problems.

Two spots on his back burned with intense pain—those were the bullet wounds. Luckily, Andrew had maintained good body positioning when he jumped, avoiding any vital areas, so while he was shot, it did not affect his mobility.

However, this could not continue for long. The blood loss alone could kill him, so they needed to reach dry land quickly to treat his wounds.

Surfacing where they had jumped from was impossible because t