“It won’t.” The female soldier said coldly, staring fixedly at the sky, saying nothing more.

Andrew Clark really wanted to ask why the enemy wouldn’t catch up, but seeing that the female soldier didn’t want to say more, and recalling how last night those people were clearly not far from him but now had disappeared without a trace—given their strength, it was impossible they hadn’t discovered this place. The only explanation for their absence was that they simply couldn’t be bothered to pursue.

Thinking of this, Andrew Clark became frustrated. If he had known, he should have chased after them. The thought of his enemies getting away made Andrew Clark anxious, so he quickly said, “Do you have any way to contact the outside? You can keep the weapons, I’m going after those bastards. By the way, do you know who they are?”

The female soldier looked coldly at Andrew Clark, her icy eyes showing a hint of surprise. She didn’t explain, just stared intently at Andrew Clark, making him feel uncomfortable all over. He asked suspiciously, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Chapter 12: Call Me Sarah Lane

“This is a neighboring country. There’s no communication equipment. Using any primitive means of contact would expose us. Tell me your identity and unit number,” the female soldier asked, her tone no longer as cold.

“This? If you’re a soldier, you should know the discipline of the army,” Andrew Clark said awkwardly. “If I can take care of myself, I’ll go ahead.” His gaze was resolute. As he spoke, he started to walk forward. He couldn’t let his comrade’s death go unavenged, even if he was outmatched. A real man must know what to do and what not to do.

“You really aren’t afraid of dying?” the female soldier asked again, a bit annoyed.

“That’s the second time you’ve asked me that. Anything else?” Andrew Clark retorted.

The female soldier was now certain that Andrew Clark was a soldier, but she wasn’t sure of his unit. He couldn’t be a special forces soldier—first, he wasn’t skilled enough; second, very few people knew about this secret mission, and it was impossible for others to be sent. He didn’t seem like a border guard either; an ordinary border guard couldn’t have done so well. This left the female soldier conflicted. Seeing Andrew Clark about to leave, she immediately said, “Wait.”

“You have something else?” Andrew Clark stopped and asked.

“With your current abilities, chasing after them is suicide,” the female soldier said bluntly. Seeing that Andrew Clark wasn’t angry but was seriously considering her words, she looked at him with even more respect and continued, “You’re pretty alert, and I can’t deny you’ve been lucky, but it’s not enough to get revenge. I’ve been given a death mission—I must complete it, so I can’t go back either.”

“What exactly are you trying to say?” Andrew Clark asked, puzzled.

“I’m injured, and it’s almost impossible for me to complete the mission now, but I won’t give up. No matter who you or I are, we have a common enemy, and that’s enough. You have a good foundation and great potential as a sniper. I’ll teach you battlefield skills to help you get your revenge, and you take me along to complete the mission. How about it?” the female soldier said seriously.

Andrew Clark couldn’t help but ponder, his eyes falling on the wound on the female soldier’s thigh. Traveling with an injured person would be troublesome and make it impossible to catch up with the enemy—how could he get revenge then? The female soldier seemed to see through Andrew Clark’s thoughts and continued, “I know how to find them, and I know how to deal with them. You can’t do it alone. Only by helping each other can we both get what we want. You should understand that.”

“Alright, it’s a deal,” Andrew Clark knew she was telling the truth and agreed decisively.

“Your name is Andrew Clark?” the female soldier changed the subject and asked. Seeing Andrew Clark nod, she immediately said, “Thank you for saving me twice. My name is Sarah Lane.”

“Blue blood, that’s a unique name. Looks like we have a foundation of trust now, which is good. With your injury, I don’t think we can set out today. By the way, there’s some bupleurum grass over there—the same juice I fed you yesterday. I’ll go get something to eat.” Andrew Clark smiled and strode off to the side.

The female soldier named Sarah Lane heard Andrew Clark’s words, couldn’t help but turn her head to look, and recalling the scene of Andrew Clark feeding her, her face suddenly flushed red. She slowly sat up, watching Andrew Clark walk away. A trace of warmth appeared in her cold eyes. She struggled to her feet and went to the edge of the pool, intending to wash her face, only to find it was already clean. She immediately guessed what had happened, feeling extremely embarrassed, her face burning. She turned to look at the departing Andrew Clark, her eyes filled with gratitude.

Sarah Lane had received professional training and naturally knew some first aid measures. She pulled up the root of the bupleurum, washed it clean, and chewed it. It was both for healing and to stave off hunger. Looking at the scattered bupleurum leaves and juice on the ground, she thought of something, and her cold face softened a little.

Ten minutes later, Andrew Clark came back carrying a fat wild rabbit. The rabbit had been killed by a stone thrown at it. Andrew Clark saw that Sarah Lane had actually lit a small fire and was adding twigs to make it bigger. He was overjoyed, but didn’t bother to ask how Sarah Lane had managed it. He gained even more respect for her skills. He went to the pool, used a Type 65 army knife to skin and clean the rabbit, then skewered it on a stick and put it over the fire to roast.

When Sarah Lane saw Andrew Clark, her heart, hard as iron, softened a little. She didn’t dare meet his eyes, so she lowered her head and silently pondered, hiding her embarrassment. Andrew Clark didn’t say much either, focusing on roasting the meat. After a while, the rabbit was cooked. Andrew Clark tore off a leg and handed it over.