"Exactly. It's like a funnel principle that we were taught in survival class. By encasing the water in a sock, it can naturally filter out impurities, so..."

This... why hadn't he thought of it? Elvis clapped his hands. "Indeed, a brainiac is always a brainiac. The team can't function without you."

Spectacles seemed a bit disdainful. "Dude, don't just keep calling him a brainiac. You're making him blush."

"Alright, alright." Elvis started to take off his shoes without further ado. Even though his image might decline a bit, it's still better than being thirsty. Unfortunately, his socks, already worn and torn from the long journey, had holes at the tips and heels.

Elvis looked blankly at the two, not knowing what to do.

Even Spectacles found the scene a bit awkward at this point. "Brother, how about you use mine instead?"

To hell with it, Elvis thought, visibly displeased, but with no other options. "Off you go, hurry and wash your thing properly."

But when Spectacles pulled off his sock, he found the material to be no better. After all, they weren't wearing military-grade gear, so the quality was pretty subpar. Eventually, Spectacles turned his embarrassed gaze to Xia Xinru, "Beauty, can we use yours?"

"Ah? Well... I guess we can," the soft-hearted Xia Xinru said hesitantly, twiddling her fingers. But she knew that now was not the time to be coy. She quickly took off her shoes and socks, washed them, and handed them over. Compared to their hole-riddled socks, hers only had a single hole. This was no surprise, given their differing physical labor burdens.

Though it wasn't his ideal situation, Elvis was forced to admit that using her socks was better than using stinky old man socks. As his eyes inadvertently slid to Xia's small feet, he could see that they were rather attractive, their whiteness tinged with a subtle pink. However, after a day's long journey, they had been left white and swollen.

Truth be told, Black Ghost didn't really care, but Spectacles couldn't stand it. He started digging a hole near the riverbank. Soon enough, water began to seep up from beneath the sand. Spectacles quickly broke off a piece of reed, filtered the water through the sock, and started to suck. It tasted blissful...

Whoosh...

A gust of wind rustled past. At that moment, Elvis was stretching his neck and lifting the sock to claim the purified water, while Spectacles was lying on the ground, slowly sucking water through the straw. This bizarre scene created a comical effect, two dirty and disheveled men staring at each other, a wave of hilarity washing over the situation.

Spectacles pointed at Elvis and started laughing. "Ha, hahaha, hahaha... Dude, you're so deviant, sucking on her sock like that. I'm sending you a bunch of 666."

"Aren't you the same, haha, hahaha..." Elvis laughed too. "You dogface, sucking water with your butt perked up in that awkward position, you're even more disgusting than me."

The laughter reverberated through the peaceful jungle, even Xia couldn't help but giggle along. But soon their smiles faded. Although it was comforting to have a place to stay for the night, they had forgotten one thing in their hurry to find shelter. Food. Their stomachs were growling in hunger, and apart from two and a half cans of food, there was nothing else to eat.

The sun was setting, and the approaching darkness would make the jungle even more dangerous. Hunting was out of the question. Even if they found prey, it wasn't certain whether those two would be able to eat it. To put it bluntly, they just weren't hungry enough to eat just anything.

"Captain, we should prepare soon," one of them said.

"Yes, we all need to replenish our energy."

Elvis nodded, and the three quickly arrived in a rickety wooden house following the swamps. In addition to dust, the cabin housed many old inhabitants. A Pit Viper was hissing, clearly not very friendly towards them.

Elvis's eyes lit up, he gestured for them to be quiet.

Two people behind him exchanged glances, both filled with suspicion. Xia Xinru whispered so softly it was barely audible, "That's a Pit Viper, it's extremely venomous. We should just shoo it away."

"Hehe, don't worry. As long as we're careful not to let the venom splash into our eyes or wounds, it's not hard to deal with this creature." Elvis's words were light, but his expression was more serious than ever.

Despite the Pit Viper's menacing attitude, Elvi was armed with an excellent weapon. After several attempts, Elvis manages to jam its head with a wooden plank, "Quick, get out the military knife and cut off its head."

"Leave it to me."

"Damn it, hurry up! This plank is heavy, I can't hold it much longer."

Spectacles' hand shook as he approached slowly, and at Elvis' urging, he gathered his nerves and swiftly brought down the knife, severing the Pit Viper's head.

"Hehe, we've got our dinner sorted."

"Can we actually eat this?"

"Rest assured, the venom is mainly in the venom sac and fangs, it has nothing to do with the body. This meal is on me."

Cooked? The implications in Elvis' words puzzled them. Could it be that this guy intends to start a fire by rubbing wood together?

Of course not. A second later, when Elvis pulled a fire stone from his storage capsule, they finally realized that he planned to have a barbecue.

"But, but, this survival challenge..."

Elvis gestured for Xia to stop. "Are you worried about breaking the rules? No, you're mistaken. Since the head instructor gave the team leaders storage capsules, he obviously approves of them. Even if they found it during a late-night search, they wouldn't confiscate it. Firestone is an essential survival item."

"Approved?" Regardless of Elvis' argument, Xia Xinru felt uneasy being the good girl that she is.

"Yes. Don't you get it? The instructor is a blur between lies and truths, and he never plays by the book. He didn't strictly request us not to have dinner last night, he only told us to eat less. Plus, he didn't say we couldn't bring other things into this survival test. The idea of forming a three-person team is to let us figure this out. He's not observing our teamwork strength, if so, he wouldn't only assign three people per team. He wants us to use every method we can to survive, either in the wilderness or on the battlefield, some emergencies need to be dealt with on the spot."

"Then, then, our final score?"

Elvis can't help but look at Xia, "Don't be so naïve. The final score is just a gimmick. The fact that you care about it shows that you've fallen into a trap. In fact, we have already passed. Being able to stand here has already determined our future direction. Do you still think we will be logistics soldiers in the future?"

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