Secretary Brooks's face immediately turned blotchy with red and blue. At that moment, a military transport helicopter descended through the thick fog, landing 10 meters in front of David Clark. The cabin door was yanked open with such force it felt as if it had been torn apart. Both David Clark and Secretary Brooks shivered involuntarily. But to their disappointment, a boy of about 1.5 meters tall jumped out of the helicopter, followed by a middle-aged man in his thirties. Then came a stunningly beautiful young woman. They slowly walked in the direction of David Clark.

David Clark let out a slight sigh and muttered to himself in a low voice, "Isn't he from Team 7?"

The Secretary Brooks beside him didn't notice David Clark's odd behavior. He had been staring at the young woman since just now. The three of them were all wearing the same type of tight black combat suits. But the same outfit on the girl accentuated her already curvaceous figure, making her even more alluring. Paired with her angelic face, she was every man's dream.

In just a short 10 meters, the Team 7 members reached David Clark and Secretary Brooks. Just as David Clark was about to speak, he noticed Secretary Brooks's loss of composure and gave him a hard shove to snap him out of it.

"NO01 is an ambush!" Suddenly, a voice came from inside the helicopter.

The girl didn't give David Clark a chance to speak. She somehow produced a pistol. The boy cooperated by dropping to the ground and sweeping his leg, and David Clark inexplicably found himself "sleeping" on the ground. At the same time, the girl crouched down, pressing the gun to David Clark's head. Compared to David Clark, Secretary Brooks had it worse—a smiling punch from the middle-aged man knocked Secretary Brooks out cold, and he too crouched down immediately. All three used David Clark's Red Flag car to shield their bodies.

"What are you doing?" David Clark was truly angry now. Even though he wasn't one to throw his weight around, being treated so roughly would make even a Buddha angry!

"Shh..." The girl looked at David Clark, made a gesture for silence, and whispered, "Now I'm going to ask questions. You only need to nod or shake your head. No talking, understand?"

Before David Clark could react, his head nodded involuntarily.

"Good boy." The girl smiled slightly. David Clark found himself blushing like a lovestruck teenager. He cursed inwardly, "Damn it, I'm already in my forties, how can I still embarrass myself like this! You're a general for god's sake, never afraid of planes or cannons, yet you're completely subdued by a girl. If William Harris finds out, he'll laugh himself to death."

"Are you David ClarkCommander Clark?" The girl leaned in and whispered in David Clark's ear.

David Clark's face turned even redder as he nodded.

"Did anyone else know about this meeting?" the girl continued.

David Clark finally calmed down inside. He shook his head.

"How can you prove you're telling the truth?" The girl clearly didn't believe David Clark.

David Clark thought for a moment, then reached into his coat to get his military ID to show her. The girl pressed down on his hand and said, "Take it out slowly, be careful."

David Clark handed his military ID to the girl, but she didn't even look at it and tossed it directly to the boy beside her, still keeping the gun pressed to David Clark's head.

The boy flipped through the military ID and said, "It's real. Confirmed, this is General David Clark."

"13! Target confirmed. Now clear the threats and prepare to 'go home'." The middle-aged man, leaning against the car, mouthed the words toward the helicopter.

Just as David Clark was about to ask the girl to remove the gun from his head, a black figure suddenly rushed out of the helicopter. At the same time, countless gunshots rang out from the forest. From the sound alone, David Clark knew they were all snipers. Thinking back to how he'd been watched like a bird by so many snipers just now, his scalp tingled.

The black figure sprinted in a zigzag pattern to the side of the car.

Even the battle-hardened David Clark was stunned by the sight. The black figure kept moving left and right without stopping, while the ground around him was being shredded by large-caliber sniper fire, stripping away layers of turf. In about five seconds, the black figure was already leaning against the middle-aged man, setting down a black military backpack.

"Fifteen snipers, twenty sniper support personnel. No large anti-materiel weapons detected." After stopping, the black figure reported calmly. The wild dash just now seemed like someone else's hallucination.

David Clark looked toward the source of the voice and was suddenly shocked. "You are... You really are from Special Operations!"

13 glanced at David Clark lying on the ground, then continued, "Give me five minutes."

The middle-aged man said sternly, "We don't have that much time. Evacuate in three minutes!"

"Understood!"

David Clark looked at the boy opening the backpack—he was only seventeen or eighteen—and his eyes grew misty. He recognized this boy; the boy had once saved his life. He remembered that four years ago, when he was surrounded by Turkic troops, it was this very boy who appeared and broke through the encirclement, allowing him and his soldiers to survive. And when everyone thought they were safe and let their guard down, it was the boy who took a bullet for him. David Clark would never forget what he said before leaving with his gunshot wound: "If you let your guard down on the battlefield, you might as well all shoot yourselves. At least that way, you'll know who killed you."