So, Andrew Adams picked up two night vision goggles and said, “You two stay where you are, I’m coming over.”

He walked up and handed the night vision goggles to the two of them. Both were shocked. After putting them on, Jack Carter exclaimed in surprise, “Bro, Ethan Foster was right, you really are a freak. I can’t see a thing, but you’re playing hide-and-seek with the enemy, and doing it alone. That’s not cool at all. I’m really pissed, but if you tell me what’s going on, I won’t punish you.” As Jack Carter spoke, he looked around.

After hearing Andrew Adams briefly explain the situation, Jack Carter and Ethan Foster gave Andrew Adams a surprised look, called him a freak, and went to clean up the battlefield. The two of them were much more professional at this than Andrew Adams. Very quickly, under Andrew Adams’s guidance, they found the equipment of twelve people and collected everything that could be used.

The three of them, worried that the people at the camp would be concerned, hurried back. With the night vision goggles, Ethan Foster and Jack Carter were no longer as disheveled as when they came.

It turned out that when they heard gunshots, everyone at the camp woke up. David Bolton told Jack Carter and Ethan Foster to go provide support. Even though they couldn’t see anything, neither of them said a word—they just grabbed their weapons and groped their way toward the sound, stumbling over rocks now and then. Fortunately, both were in good shape and quick to react, so they weren’t hurt.

To satisfy the curiosity of David Bolton and Brian Clark, Andrew Adams had to briefly recount what had happened once again. These people were all elite, top hands in the military, so they could easily imagine how dangerous Andrew Adams’s fight had been. Frankly, if it weren’t for Andrew Adams’s perception skills, the enemy wouldn’t have been discovered; without his incredible archery, the enemy couldn’t have been subdued; and without that terrifying speed, everything else would have been pointless.

Comprehensive abilities led to a comprehensive victory. If Andrew Adams had been a bit more timid, a bit more careless, a bit more hesitant, or a bit more afraid of death, he wouldn’t have been able to stop the enemy this time.

No one here was a fool. Everyone knew that nobody could have done as well as Andrew Adams. Even if everyone went together, it wasn’t certain they could wipe out the enemy. That’s the difference that strength makes.

At this moment, everyone’s gaze toward Andrew Adams changed—they started to feel a bit of admiration. The invading enemies were no amateurs; you could tell from their equipment and weapons. For one person, with just a bow, to take out twelve well-armed, well-equipped elites—that kind of strength was terrifying.

With the enemy temporarily eliminated and no immediate worries, everyone relaxed, finished off the remaining snake meat that had been stewing, and after a brief discussion, prepared to set out. They wanted to leave this death trap as soon as possible. The canyon might look nice, but it was actually a dead end—if troops were stationed around it, they’d be stuck here for life.

Taking advantage of the enemy’s weakness, it was best to leave quickly. With the night vision goggles, traveling was much easier. Each person wore a pair, carried a gun, bullets strapped all over, and grenades hanging everywhere. Everyone looked at each other, full of confidence and smiles, and a renewed longing for life, sweeping away the previous gloom and despair.

Move out! David Bolton gave a big wave of his hand. Andrew Adams led the way, Brian Clark brought up the rear, and everyone proceeded cautiously in single file.

Chapter 6: Danger

Whether it was a night raid or breaking out of an encirclement, the most important thing was not to be discovered. Speed and silence were crucial. Without speed, nothing else mattered. If you made noise, it would turn into a skirmish or a direct assault, which would be costly and unwise.

Fortunately, every member of this small team was top-notch. To become a member of “Guo Ren,” you had to be a leading figure in one of the major military regions, with at least one absolute advantage. “Guo Ren” was the nation’s sharp blade, a special operations unit under the National Security Bureau, mainly responsible for major national military strike missions. Without real skills, there was no way to get into “Guo Ren.”

Of course, Andrew Adams didn’t know any of this. Watching everyone’s high-stepping, low-landing marching steps—each one light yet steady, and not at all slow—he couldn’t help but admire them. He was familiar with the laws of survival in the primeval forest because he’d grown up there, and benefited from generations of experience and lessons from Qingniu Village. Soldiers were different; no matter how much they trained, it was only a few years. To reach this level showed they were all extremely talented.

Letting go of his worries, he quietly circulated his internal energy, raising his mental focus to the limit. The faint auras of all living things around him became vaguely perceptible. Andrew Adams led the way with great caution, heading in a direction where there were no signs of enemy activity, though there were a few people ambushed on the mountaintops on either side.

If Andrew Adams understood modern special operations, he would have known that those people were snipers, responsible not only for sniping but also for vigilance and surveillance.

They were about a kilometer apart. For an average sniper, a kilometer is a tough distance to overcome—though top snipers are an exception. No one told Andrew Adams whether the ambushing snipers were top-tier, but fortunately, the canyon was shrouded in mist, making visibility poor and sniping difficult.

So, the group followed the direction of the canyon, gradually moving out of sniper range. Perhaps after losing their twelve elite members, the enemy no longer had the strength to confront them head-on and chose to defend instead. The defense wasn’t tight, and with the help of the night vision goggles, half an hour of stealthy escape passed without incident.