After the one who was shot fell to the ground, the tail of the arrow happened to point in another direction. The scout quickly discovered another corpse not far away, hurriedly crept over to take a look, then made a few hand signals to those behind him. Everyone cautiously headed off in the other direction.

It seemed these people had made an incorrect judgment based on the direction of the arrow’s tail. As a result, the enemy’s path was no longer toward the camp, and Andrew Adams once again ended up at the rear of the group.

Andrew Adams was puzzled as to why these people weren’t afraid of the miasma—had they found an antidote? With no time to think further, he continued to tail them, moving as nimbly as a wildcat and as stealthily as a ghost in the night. Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind.

Once he had a plan, Andrew Adams always put it into action immediately—a trait he prided himself on. After ambushing another enemy, Andrew Adams didn’t rush to follow the group. Instead, he quickly stripped the enemy of his gear and clothing, put them on himself, and only then realized the benefit of the headgear: before his eyes, the world turned red and green, and the carefully sneaking enemies became clearly visible.

After satisfying his curiosity by looking around, Andrew Adams quickly resumed tailing the group. No one noticed that an extra imposter had joined their ranks.

Perhaps the enemies didn’t know the exact location of their target. The canyon was vast, long, and pitch-black, with the ground covered in undulating hills and shrubs.

The camp Andrew Adams had chosen was quite special and rather odd—hidden behind a huge rock, surrounded by uneven slopes and tall grass and bushes. It would be hard to spot without venturing inside.

On a dark, windy night—perfect for murder and arson—such a fine setting would be wasted if not used for killing. Slowly approaching the last enemy, Andrew Adams saw that the others had already moved on and lay in ambush. No one was paying attention to the rear, making it the perfect time to strike. If you don’t act when you should, you’ll surely fall into the enemy’s hands.

After swiftly taking out his target, Andrew Adams hurried to catch up. When someone looked back and gestured at him—gestures he didn’t understand, probably urging him to hurry—he quickly ran a few steps. The other person didn’t say much and continued sneaking forward. Realizing he had narrowly passed another dangerous moment, Andrew Adams grew even bolder.

Repeating the same trick, he silently eliminated another five enemies. Suddenly, the group ahead stopped. Sensing something was wrong, Andrew Adams noticed there were only five enemies left, but he was no longer worried.

The enemies gathered together, said something, then suddenly scattered and went into hiding, all turning their guns toward the rear—with Andrew Adams as the primary target.

Discovered? Andrew Adams was shocked. Five guns were no joke; he was sure he’d be riddled with bullets. He quickly rolled his body and found a concealed spot to hide.

No gunshots? Something was off. Had he not been discovered? Andrew Adams wondered, then looked at his clothes and quickly realized—he was wearing the enemy’s uniform, so there was nothing to worry about.

Just as he relaxed, a string of unintelligible gibberish sounded in his ear. Andrew Adams knew he’d been exposed. He glanced at the terrain around him and drew his bow.

At that moment, the enemy opened fire. The crackling of gunshots sounded like beans frying, pinning Andrew Adams down so he couldn’t lift his head. Realizing things were bad, he simply took off the enemy uniform, dove over a hill like lightning, sprinted rapidly, then stopped abruptly and hid behind a huge boulder.

He drew his bow, aimed, and let an arrow fly—straight at the back of an enemy’s head. Confident in his skills, Andrew Adams didn’t even look before firing another arrow at a different target. Rolling like a leopard, he leapt away to hide elsewhere, just as a hail of bullets rained down on his previous hiding spot.

That was close—really close. Even with Andrew Adams’s skill and courage, he broke out in a cold sweat. He still wasn’t used to fighting with firearms. Even though he had a gun, Andrew Adams didn’t dare use it, lacking confidence in his marksmanship—no need to waste effort.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Andrew Adams crept to the other side and fired two more rapid arrows. Soon, only one gun was still firing. With just one enemy left, Andrew Adams had nothing to worry about. He used his gun as a throwing weapon and hurled it at the enemy.

The enemy reacted quickly, sensing danger and firing, sending the gun spinning in the air. Realizing things were bad, the enemy was terrified, felt a sharp pain between the brows, and then knew nothing more—a terrifying dagger had been driven deep into his forehead.

With all the enemies eliminated, Andrew Adams breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he sensed two people running toward him. The familiar presence made him smile. As they drew near, he called out, “Mr. Foster, Mr. Carter, you’re here! A few wild dogs on the mountain were disturbing your sleep. I really feel bad about it, brothers.”

It was Ethan Thompson and Jack Brooks who had arrived. Seeing the fight was over, the two simply lay down on the ground. Ethan Foster cursed, “You’re a real freak. It’s pitch black out here, can’t see a thing, and yet you can still fight like a dragon.”

Andrew Adams realized that, unlike himself, the other two didn’t have his extraordinary perception of their surroundings. The fact that they rushed over at the sound of gunfire was impressive enough—after all, they couldn’t see anything and had to rely entirely on instinct.