Ethan Foster and Brian Clark, upon hearing Jack Carter's words, were also startled, but soon became delighted. Ever since entering the primeval forest, with the sky completely blocked out, they had been unable to find their bearings. Coupled with their unfamiliarity with the surroundings and pursuers behind them, even as special forces elites, they had suffered greatly. Having someone familiar with the area might just turn things around.

The three of them formed an arrowhead formation, cautiously moving forward, each drawing their only weapon—a military "Guo Ren" combat knife. They slithered forward silently, making no sound, ready to provide support.

From their movements, it was clear they were the elite of jungle warfare elites. Their choice of cover, the speed and precision of their attacks, and their camouflage—all were executed with exquisite skill.

Chapter 2: Destiny Encounter

Jungle warfare is a required course for special forces, especially for the military of Huaxia, known as the king of land warfare. Their jungle combat abilities rank among the best in the world. After generations of accumulation and inheritance, a vast and practical system has developed, encompassing everything from tactics to survival.

All three were top-tier special forces elites, so their jungle warfare skills were naturally exceptional. Acting as the vanguard, Ethan Foster lay in ambush for a while, then bent his elbow, pointed his forearm to the ground, fingers tightly closed, and swung his arm from behind to the front, signaling the advance. The other two received the signal, raised their wrists to cheek height in a fist, palms facing the signaler, making a gesture of understanding, and followed closely.

Suddenly, Ethan Foster extended his arm, pointing with his index finger in a certain direction. Immediately after, he slightly bent his palm and pointed it toward the teammate receiving the information, fingers tightly together, placing his palm horizontally on his forehead to report that he had spotted a target. The other two pressed themselves to the ground, watching ahead alertly. After Ethan Foster signaled, when they looked again, the target had suddenly disappeared. Ethan Foster was shocked and quickly signaled that the target was gone, indicating the two should not act rashly.

At that moment, Ethan Foster suddenly felt a twitch between his brows—a sense of danger, as if a sniper had locked onto him, surged over him. He was greatly alarmed and quickly signaled his comrades to retreat. Although he wasn't sure if it was an enemy sniper, the feeling of his life being threatened was extremely unpleasant.

In a split second, as one of the top snipers in the "Guo Ren" special forces, Ethan Foster's reflexes were extraordinary. He dove sideways at a forty-five-degree angle, rolling into a tangle of fallen logs three meters away. Yet, the sense of danger did not dissipate, meaning the threat was still present.

A master, the word flashed through Ethan Foster's mind. He decided to stay still—there was nowhere to run, so he might as well face the crisis head-on.

At this moment, a voice called out, "Come out."

Ethan Foster signaled his comrades behind him not to move, then slowly stood up. Before him stood a youth as radiant as sunlight, with shoulder-length hair dancing freely in the wind, a bare chest and arms brimming with explosive power, and short pants revealing bare feet. He was drawing a bow, arrow aimed straight at Ethan Foster's brow. This was the young man from the cliff, after parting with the old man.

Ethan Foster hadn't expected that the feeling of being targeted by a sniper would come from this bow. In the age of firearms, cold weapons had long left the battlefield. Ethan Foster was confident he could solve the problem with a single shot—if only he had a gun in hand.

However, as a top sniper, Ethan Foster remained calm at all times. His mind quickly cleared, and he immediately responded, "We're on the same side."

Language is a marker of identity. Hearing the other party speak standard Mandarin with a slight regional accent, and seeing his attire, epaulets, and insignia, the young man confirmed their identity, lowered his bow, and broke into a brilliant smile.

With the danger gone, Ethan Foster let out a breath. The feeling of being targeted vanished, but a thought lingered in his mind: This guy, with such a simple cold weapon, actually made me feel my life was in danger? Strange.

In any case, with the threat gone, Ethan Foster signaled his comrades to reveal themselves. The three put away their weapons to show goodwill and approached. Ethan Foster asked curiously, "Little brother, what's your name?"

The young man didn't answer. His nose twitched slightly as he took a deep breath of the surrounding air, making the three curious. Then he said, "Let's go, we'll talk after we leave." With that, he took off running ahead.

The three only saw a gust of wind, and the young man was already four or five meters away. Such speed! The three exchanged shocked glances, a competitive spirit rising within them, and they quickly gave chase.

To their regret, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't catch up to him, which made them even more astonished at his skills. After all, the three of them were among the best in the military, with extraordinary speed and explosive power.

What surprised them even more was that the young man seemed to know exactly where their captain was and headed straight there. When the three caught up, they saw the young man squatting down, carefully examining the captain's injuries, feeling his forehead and checking the wound on his leg with practiced, swift movements.

Seeing the three approach, the young man stood up and said, "My name is Andrew Adams. The enemy will catch up in five minutes. Since this is our first meeting, you may not trust me, but if you want to get out of here, follow me."