As they got closer, David Bolton saw an unbelievable scene through the telescope, his whole body trembling with excitement. Overjoyed, he handed the telescope to Ethan Foster beside him and said, “Ethan Foster, take a look—isn’t this very familiar?”

Ethan Foster took the telescope with a puzzled look and watched for a while, then became excited too. She passed the telescope to the others, smiling happily, and said, “Mr. Bolton, heaven really does have eyes.”

After everyone else took a look, they all became excited, their eyes full of fighting spirit. They looked at David Bolton with eager expressions, completely forgetting the bewildered Andrew Adams standing nearby.

Jack Carter exclaimed in delight, “Damn, it really didn’t take any extra effort—heaven is watching over us!”

After thinking for a moment, David Bolton said, “This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Let’s do it.”

At this moment, David Bolton noticed Andrew Adams scanning around with the telescope, and a battle plan formed in his mind. He said to everyone, “The convoy should pass by here in about ten minutes. Brian Clark, use your skills. The rest of you provide sniper cover. Remember, after the mission is complete, leave through the primeval forest. Does everyone understand?”

“Understood.” Everyone tacitly refrained from asking for details and instead instinctively carried out their roles. Brian Clark collected all the grenades from everyone and ran out of the forest, with Ethan Foster and Jack Carter following closely behind to find positions for an ambush.

Andrew Adams had a vague idea of what was going on and asked, “Is there a target for your mission in the convoy?”

“That’s right. There are a lot of enemies. We’ll have at most three minutes. We must kill the target immediately, then retreat through the mountains behind us. We’ll need you to guide us out then.”

“No problem. By the way, what can I do?” Andrew Adams asked.

David Bolton said, “Just stick close to me.” As he spoke, he handed over an assault rifle.

Everyone quickly got into position. Brian Clark set up traps on the road and silently took up an ambush spot on another high point.

Andrew Adams followed David Bolton, lying in ambush more than five hundred meters from the road, quietly watching ahead and listening intently for distant sounds.

Before long, a long convoy appeared. At the front was a formidable tank clearing the way, several small vehicles in the middle, and more than a dozen military trucks at the rear. David Bolton whispered, “Wow, a whole battalion’s worth of troops—they’re really giving us face.”

“Which vehicle is your target in?” Andrew Adams asked curiously.

“See that cocky, scar-faced guy on the lead tank? If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be sure the target was in this group. He’s the chief military officer who led the team to the border to pick up the target a few days ago,” David Bolton said. “Just wait, I’ll deal with him. As for the target’s location, the enemy will tell me.”

“The enemy?” Andrew Adams was very curious, but held back from asking. The enemy was already very close, and any exposure would be troublesome.

Holding his breath, Andrew Adams completely concealed his presence. Beside him, David Bolton felt as if Andrew Adams had vanished into thin air, and couldn’t help but be amazed, feeling even more respect for Andrew Adams’s skills.

Boom—!

A huge fireball suddenly appeared, and the massive explosion flipped the lead tank into the air. After a graceful somersault, it crashed hard onto the ground. No one had expected to encounter an armed attack within their own country—who had the guts to attack a whole battalion of troops?

The unit’s response was quick. All the vehicles stopped, and a large number of soldiers jumped out, seeking cover and preparing to counterattack. Many more troops clustered around the two cars in the middle, forming a human wall.

Sometimes, quick reactions aren’t always a good thing. David Bolton looked mockingly at the rapidly responding troops on the road and laughed, saying, “Didn’t you want to know which car the target is in? Look, it’s definitely one of those.” With that, he picked up the telescope and looked.

“Ha, just as I thought—they’re in there.” David Bolton quickly aimed his sniper rifle at the target. After the explosion, there were no further attacks on the road, so the soldiers looked around in confusion and, following their officers’ orders, set up defenses.

Bang—a gunshot rang out. David Bolton cursed excitedly, “Damn Ethan Foster, couldn’t you have left the target for me? I’ll settle the score with you later.” With that, he pulled the trigger. Bang—a bullet whistled away.

Immediately after, Andrew Adams saw through the telescope that a vehicle on the road was flipped high into the air, and when it landed, it exploded, turning into a ball of fire.

What amazing sniping, Andrew Adams thought as he glanced at David Bolton’s sniper rifle. The spent shell casing was pitch black and still smoking, like the scythe of death itself.

“Impressive, right?” David Bolton said proudly. “With this gun, I could even flip a tank.”

As he spoke, he fired several more shots, blowing up several more vehicles. Over there, Brian Clark, Jack Carter, and Ethan Foster were having a blast, firing bullets as if they cost nothing, whizzing through the air as if venting all the frustration of the past few days.

At this moment, Andrew Adams truly witnessed the power of firearms. No matter how great your martial arts, you can’t beat a bullet. It seemed he’d have to practice shooting if he got the chance. Thinking of this, he suddenly realized—didn’t he have a gun in his hand? Shoot! So, among the hail of bullets pouring toward the target, there was now one more.