He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Instantly, the light shield enveloping the Thompson sisters dissolved into countless glowing particles of dust, dispersing into the air as if it had never existed.

the Thompson sisters’s eyes sparkled with amazement at this inexplicable scene.

The flight crew member, who should have been extremely familiar to them, suddenly seemed like a stranger, as if he was hiding countless secrets.

Such a contrast was truly baffling.

However, the set of “Dragon General” second-generation land-air dual-purpose digital tactical armor he wore—custom-made by Henghai War Defense Armor Manufacturing Plant (abbreviated as Henghai War Defense), one of the military’s designated equipment suppliers—could not be faked, fully proving that he was indeed their colleague.

Deputy leader of the “Dark Night” Special Operations Squadron’s flight crew, national strategic-level pilot, Lieutenant Colonel Mark Benson.

And, of course, also a mysterious dragon rider who owned a dragon—an identity the two of them had only recently discovered.

Removing his tactical helmet, Mark Benson took a deep breath of the fresh, blood-tinged air and gave the Thompson sisters a slight smile.

Under the gaze of the Gemini the sisters, that familiar face confirmed everything.

“Ow, my foot!”

Grace Thompson tried to stand up, but let out a cry of pain as a stabbing sensation shot through her foot.

Her face suddenly turned pale, and beneath the military camouflage, her little face twisted in pain. She couldn’t help but cry out twice before sitting back down.

“Sit down!”

Her older sister, Emily Thompson, quickly pressed her back down, deftly unfastening her pant leg and shoe.

Her right ankle, as if carved from jade, was swollen and red, with a large bump and even some bluish-purple bruising—an alarming sight.

After feeling it for a moment, Emily Thompson breathed a sigh of relief and said, “A severe sprain, maybe some ligament strain, but no fracture.”

Falling from the tree hadn’t left her unscathed—she’d twisted her foot.

But for the Thompson sisters, who had just narrowly escaped disaster, this was already extremely fortunate.

She suddenly looked up and sniffed the air, frowning, and carefully helped her sister up.

“The smell of blood is too strong here. We need to leave quickly.”

The thick scent of blood would attract more predators. A jungle brawl and feast could break out at any moment, possibly drawing in something even more terrifying than these giant wolves.

……

Night fell. On a rocky slope near the stream, a blazing campfire was lit. The area offered a wide view and allowed them to keep watch for predators coming to drink. With a bit of tidying, it made for a decent campsite.

Several large pieces of roasted meat sizzled by the fire, the aroma of fat blending with natural spices gathered from the forest, creating a mouthwatering scent.

The giant wolves that lived in these cold regions had thick layers of fat under their skin, giving the roasted meat a unique flavor.

In this forest, rich in plant and animal resources, the Gemini the sisters’s wilderness survival experience was of little use—so many plants and animals were ones they had never seen before, and they could only barely identify a few based on appearance.

Instead, it was Mark Benson who helped them identify some plants—some to reduce the swelling on Grace Thompson’s sprained ankle, others to use as spices for the wolf meat.

“Mm, just right! The fat has soaked into the muscle fibers, making it chewy but not tough. High in protein, rich in nutrients—tastes a bit like dog meat.”

With a survival knife, Mark Benson sliced off a large piece of roasted wolf meat, chewed a few times, and nodded in satisfaction. He was quite confident in his skills, and with a few heavy punches, he broke up the tough connective tissue in the meat, making it much more tender.

Though it wasn’t salty enough, the salt supply in the Gemini the sisters’s field gear was also running low, so they had to use it sparingly.

“The meat’s ready! Eat as much as you want—unlimited supply.”

Mark Benson called out to the Gemini the sisters, who were sorting their gear and preparing herbs, and casually cut off two large, fragrant pieces of roast meat, placing them on two freshly washed leaves and handing them over.

From butchering the giant wolf, cleaning it, and setting it up for roasting, Mark Benson had been busy all by himself.

Emily Thompson and Grace Thompson, the two the sisters, could only help with the initial processing of some natural spices, then sit by and watch him handle the roasting.

“Hey, you big liar! You’re obviously an alien, hiding it so well!”

Taking the roast meat, Grace Thompson’s expression suddenly changed. She stared intently at the man in front of her and questioned him bluntly.

Even though Mark Benson had saved her life, she still harbored a bigger grievance.

She had suppressed herself all day, and only now did it burst out. If she didn’t voice her doubts, she felt like she might explode from holding it in.

A fighter pilot suddenly transforming into a dragon rider astride a giant dragon—such a contrast was simply too much for anyone to accept.

It was like being in the emperor’s morning court: one moment, the hall was solemn and dignified, with the ministers shouting their praises.

The next moment, instead of the emperor, it was Michael Jackson moonwalking up to the dragon throne and breaking into a wild dance to explosive music.

Such a reversal would make anyone’s mind collapse, their worldview utterly shattered.