Andrew Adams said he would be back soon, then dashed forward. At that moment, Ethan Foster realized that Andrew Adams's speed far exceeded his imagination—he disappeared in the blink of an eye. How fast was that?

Ethan Foster returned to the captain's side. Jack Carter said, "What do you guys think of this person?"

"Trustworthy," Ethan Foster said sincerely.

"Very amazing, very mysterious," Brian Clark said.

"A hunter from the primeval forest, his Mandarin is exceptionally good, confident, calm, decisive, very mysterious. But no matter what, as long as he can get us out of here, he's my brother."

Brother—a noble and great title. For soldiers, a brother is someone you can entrust your life to, someone who can take a bullet for you, someone who will never abandon you for a lifetime.

The three of them chatted idly while anxiously watching the captain on the ground, glancing at the low shrubs and woods around them, which exuded an unknown sense of danger.

Bang—! A gunshot rang out, and all three stood up alertly, looking ahead.

Chapter 3: The Hidden Valley

The crisp sound of gunfire echoed once again through the misty canyon. Inside the canyon, the three—Ethan Foster and the others—exchanged a glance, leaving Brian Clark to watch over the captain, while the other two crept forward. No one would let a stranger take a bullet for them.

They had just gone about a hundred meters when another gunshot rang out. Thinking that Andrew Adams might be in danger, the two sprang up and dashed forward like leopards. From a distance, they saw someone lying in ambush in a patch of grass. Suddenly, the person sprang up like a giant python emerging from its lair, and charged at someone sneaking over—this was Andrew Adams.

The two clearly hadn't expected Andrew Adams to be so fast. In the blink of an eye, the other person had collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud, and the gun in his hand was now in Andrew Adams's possession. At this moment, Ethan Foster and the other saw that Andrew Adams was carrying two more guns on his back.

There was no one else around. Without even glancing at the corpse on the ground, Andrew Adams, sensing the arrival of Ethan Foster and Jack Carter, walked over and handed all the guns to them, saying, "I don't know how to use these things. You take them. There are a few more people over there—handle it as you see fit. I'm going to save your captain."

Ethan Foster took the guns, glanced at the corpse not far away, and gave Jack Carter a look. Jack Carter tacitly ran over, while Ethan Foster closely followed behind Andrew Adams, full of questions but knowing it wasn't the time to ask. He began to check the guns—there were AK infantry rifles and assault rifles, all good foreign-made weapons.

When Brian Clark saw the two return, he relaxed. Seeing the guns in Ethan Foster's hands, his eyes lit up. For these soldiers, having a gun in hand meant having the world. Without a gun, or without bullets, they were like tigers without teeth—their combat power greatly diminished.

Andrew Adams pulled out a bunch of wild herbs from his chest, some of which Ethan Foster recognized. Special forces soldiers all know some wilderness survival skills, but the captain, David Bolton, still had a high fever. After fleeing for their lives, with no conditions to treat him, there simply hadn't been time, nor did they dare to try.

Gunshot wounds were manageable, but the feverish captain David Bolton was already on the verge of death. Andrew Adams signaled for Ethan Foster and the other to hold down David Bolton's injured leg, then skillfully used a dagger to cut open the pants and carefully open up the pus and blood. Black blood flowed out naturally, and at this moment, David Bolton actually woke up.

Andrew Adams said, "We have to get what's inside out. Which of you is good at this?"

Brian Clark took the dagger and said, "I'll do it. Boss, hang in there."

David Bolton was puzzled by the current situation, and even more puzzled by who this hunter-looking young man was, but reason and calm told him now was not the time to ask. The trustworthy brothers at his side were about to treat his wound. He glanced at Andrew Adams in confusion, nodded, and said nothing.

Brian Clark calmly and quickly worked the knife in his hand, making the wound a bit larger and carefully searching for the bullet inside. Andrew Adams glanced at David Bolton, whose brows were tightly knit in pain, but he didn't make a sound—a true tough guy. Andrew Adams couldn't help but feel great respect.

For soldiers, extracting bullets was as common as eating. Brian Clark quickly removed the bullet and looked at Andrew Adams, who pressed the herbal paste he had prepared onto the wound and said, "Lie down and don't move yet."

At this moment, Jack Carter came over carrying several guns, looking excited—clearly, he had gained a lot. Seeing the captain David Bolton on the ground and the herbal paste on his leg, he understood and quickly glanced at Andrew Adams, saying nothing.

It's not that soldiers are bad at expressing emotions, but they're used to hiding their feelings in their hearts and repaying with their lives.

Andrew Adams picked out a few more herbs from the pile and said, "For internal use."

Ethan Foster understood, took the herbs, gently kneaded them into a big ball, and stuffed them into David Bolton's mouth, helping him swallow.

Everything that needed to be done was done. The three looked at Andrew Adams, their eyes full of curiosity, gratitude, and questions, but since it was their first meeting, no one felt comfortable asking directly.

Andrew Adams wiped the sweat from his forehead, let out a sigh of relief, and plopped down, saying, "He should be fine now." Suddenly, he stood up and ran to the side to vomit violently.

The three couldn't help but exchange surprised glances—none of them understood what was going on.