Chapter 132: Complete Wipeout

In the jungle, a squad of special forces moved quickly, each footfall light as a whisper. "Eyes up. Don't miss any sign," the First Lieutenant said coolly. The others gave quick nods, sweeping their gazes across every patch of ground, searching for any trace Daniel might have left as he fled. Tracking was a core skill for special forces. Their eyes were sharp as hawks; even in a tangled, crowded forest, they could pick up the faintest sign and follow it. In the last military exercise, they'd leaned...