Chapter 161: This Time, We Really Made It Count

In the lush mountain forest, shadows darted through the trees at a sprint. Daniel Lyson halted and raised his right hand. The men behind him wordlessly peeled off, disappearing into the undergrowth as if guided by a single mind. Moments later, several patrol vehicles rolled past. A group of gun-toting, weasel-faced men scanned the forest with sharp, watchful eyes. They were the border patrol-seasoned jungle hunters whose hawk-like vision missed nothing. Standing on open-top jeeps, their gazes swept...