Andrew Adams changed David Bolton's bandages, and David Bolton didn't stand on ceremony—he lay down and fell asleep immediately. The others were already asleep; it was clear they had all reached the end of their strength and had entrusted their lives to Andrew Adams without hesitation.

Andrew Adams understood this trust and was fond of these upright, loyal men. He poked at the campfire, making it burn brighter to keep everyone warm, then sat cross-legged and began cultivating his ""Natural Sutra"" divine skill.

Anything with the word ""Sutra"" in it is something valuable, signifying its status in a particular field—like the Book of Songs, the Military Classic, the Tao Te Ching, and so on. The ""Natural Sutra"" cultivated by Andrew Adams was also top-tier. After more than ten years, he had reached the second level. Although he hadn't achieved the legendary ability to pluck flowers and toss leaves as weapons, his internal martial arts skills were not to be underestimated.

Suddenly, Andrew Adams sensed several people slowly approaching from afar. Besides internal energy, the ""Natural Sutra"" divine skill placed special emphasis on the cultivation of spiritual awareness, making one extremely sensitive to the surroundings. After reaching the second level, Andrew Adams could already detect signs of living beings within a kilometer.

Grabbing Fengzi's military knife, Andrew Adams stood up. He didn't need to worry about the sleeping group at all. The golden pill David Bolton had taken was definitely something extraordinary—not only could it heal injuries and detoxify, but it could also enhance one's cultivation. More importantly, the dragon pill emitted a scent undetectable to ordinary people, and within a ten-meter radius, no poisonous creatures would dare approach.

Growing increasingly fond of this military knife, Andrew Adams still picked up his own large bow, took the venom sac from the giant python's mouth, smeared it all over his arrows, and stealthily moved toward the group that had drawn near.

Killing, for Andrew Adams, who made a living hunting, was nothing. The aftereffects of killing faded quickly. Setting out to kill again felt no different than going on a hunt.

The law of the jungle: the weak are prey to the strong. Andrew Adams understood this deeply and felt no pity. With a formidable enemy before him, it was either kill or be killed—especially since the ones he was killing were foreign soldiers.

Chapter 5: Sniper Kill

Jungle warfare relies on ambush—suddenness and unpredictability. Strike and retreat. If you're discovered before the ambush, it turns into a direct encounter or a blocking battle.

Andrew Adams didn't know these military theories, but he had fought bloody battles with wolves and had his own understanding of ambush and surprise attacks. The battle where he ambushed the wolf king was his proudest moment. That year, Andrew Adams was ten years old, and ever since, he had worn a pendant around his neck—a red string holding two wolf king fangs, the sharpest two.

The enemy was already close, moving in a triangular formation—twelve in total, wearing night vision gear. Unfortunately, Andrew Adams couldn't understand it; otherwise, a few tracer rounds would have blinded them all. These people dared to do this because they had no choice—they couldn't see the path. They were also gambling on their opponent's carelessness. As soon as both sides made contact, they'd take the gear off immediately, so it wouldn't affect the overall situation.

Even with night vision devices, the darkness was still the best cover. Night vision only allowed them to see within a limited range, unlike daytime when everything was visible. This gave Andrew Adams an opportunity. After taking the ""dragon pill,"" Andrew Adams had gained strong night vision abilities.

Andrew Adams didn't know much about night vision devices, but years of hunting had taught him not to get too close to wild beasts and not to let them detect his presence. He should restrain his aura and lie in wait.

Good experience is a lifesaver. Andrew Adams quickly went into hiding, wearing a cloak woven from dry grass that completely concealed him. From a distance, he looked just like a pile of wild grass.

The enemy slowly walked past not far ahead. Watching these guys with their strange gear, Andrew Adams was full of curiosity. He crept forward like a moving hedgehog, taking a few steps and then stopping, moving again, then stopping, completely restraining his presence. He blended perfectly with nature, lying in a slightly sunken pit, looking even more like a clump of grass.

At this moment, the last person was about five meters behind the main group, slowly heading in Andrew Adams's direction, gun pointed forward. He soon passed right by Andrew Adams, completely unaware of him lying on the ground.

Andrew Adams acted instantly, leaping up and covering the man's mouth from behind. With the military knife in his hand, he swiftly and precisely cut the man's throat. The move was fast and silent. Like a ghost, he darted away, his bare feet flying over the ground, a spirit of the night. With a few leaps, he disappeared into the darkness.

The enemy was advancing straight toward the camp where everyone was resting. Andrew Adams couldn't let them continue in that direction. He glanced at the enemy he had just killed, picked up his bow and arrow, aimed at a target across from him, and with a whoosh, the arrow shot through the night like a kiss from the Grim Reaper.

The target only felt a pain in his throat, struggled for a moment, then fell to the ground, making a noise. Everyone immediately dropped to the ground in alert. They quickly discovered their fallen comrade. One person made several hand signals, and another began to crawl toward the one who had been shot.