A small country in Latin America, this is picturesque and beautiful, with some of the best seas in the world. In the middle of the sea, dotted with countless paths, this is a paradise for the wealthy, and when the holidays come, the sky here is full of all kinds of private seaplanes.

Among the more than 30 small islands, one large island stands above the sea level like a lion. It's still two hours away from the country it belongs to, so it can be said that it is quite remote.

But the water here is so beautiful that I'm afraid that any resort in the world is nothing more than that. The greenery is lush and a variety of tropical plants grow here.

It's just that on more than 30 islands, there are hidden security facilities monitoring the surrounding seas. The security measures here are no less than an army, if not better.

If you want to pass through these more than 30 small islands silently and then enter the most central island, it is impossible for even the most advanced technology to use the most advanced technology. Moreover, the geographical location of this place makes it easy to defend and difficult to attack, and even the world's top special forces cannot infiltrate this place without using a large number of troops.

At this time, a large plane in the sky marked as a military plane of country Y came from a distant place in the sky. Sirens rang out in the aired command rooms on the dozen or so islands in front of them, and fighters in black combat uniforms were heavily armed and ready to deal with any problems that could arise at any time.

"Unidentified aircraft, unknown aircraft, please turn around and drive immediately. You've sailed into private territory, and if you go any further, we'll have the right to shoot you down. A gloomy middle-aged man with blond hair sat in front of the surveillance screen, looking at the spot of light flashing on the radar, and a chill emanating from his eyes.

But then, a series of tapping sounds from the plane were heard over the radio. It is a special cipher made up of a Morse code, and only those who know this Morse code know what it means.

Obviously, the middle-aged blonde man knew what it meant. After the long thud was over, his gloomy face gradually soothed. Without any nonsense, he threw down the radio in his hand and told all his men to be on standby, and let the plane enter the main island in the very center.

Crossing the small island of countless guards, the Royal Air Force plane of Country Y finally flew over the airfield of the main island. Viewed from the sky, the main island looks more like a continent jutting out of the sea.

The area could be used as a military base, and it was the main island that became a secret naval base for the Allies during World War II decades ago. Here, countless secret weapons were made, and it was not discovered here until the end of World War II.

But now, the main island has become a product of private ownership. In Western societies, especially in small countries like South America. Sometimes money represents politics, and money can change the pattern of a country, and it can also buy the island.

After the plane circled in the sky, it was properly connected with the tower on the island, and then it slowly fell. The airfield was already surrounded by guards in black combat uniforms, and the number of them was definitely not less than a company.

There are even the most advanced F35 fighter jets in the airport, and some of the world's most advanced armed helicopters have also emerged here. The airport is also surrounded by Patriot missile systems, which look more like a military base.

The entire island was shrouded in mystery, and not a single person dressed in civilian clothing was ever seen. Everywhere were heavily armed soldiers with advanced weapons, their faces showing steely determination.

The plane slowly landed on one of the runways under the guidance of the airport, and quickly four heavily armed military vehicles sped away. A large number of soldiers rushed out of the car and immediately took up various vantage points, but did not aim their guns at the plane.

Two more cars came to the plane, this time in two luxury Cadillac Khalid cars. On such an island, such a model, which is known for its comfort and off-road performance, is, of course, the most popular.

The door of the plane slowly opened, and a haggard-looking Barbu shielded his face with his hands to avoid the strong direct sunlight. He was like a politician who had taken refuge, his face was full of loneliness and helplessness, and the wry smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but become heavier when he looked at the airport full of soldiers.

"Dear Mr. Babu, please get off the plane." A man in casual formal attire stepped out of one of the Khalid cars and politely made a gesture of please, as if the most old-fashioned gentleman and the modern trendy man were perfectly combined.

Babu nodded, and in response, he led his core men down the spiral ladder. Under the gentleman's guidance, the two cars got into the two cars, and the moment the doors closed, the two cars quickly left the airport, and Babu's heart gradually beat faster with the acceleration of the car.

The car sped along the way, and the island scenery was everywhere along the way. When I opened the window, a tropical wind immediately blew into the car, bringing with it the salty smell of sea water and full of life.

But Babu was not in the mood to appreciate the vibrancy outside the window, and the mood he felt ten years ago was very different from that of now. Ten years ago he was so ambitious that it seemed as if the whole world was going to collapse under his feet. Ten years later, he was like a lost dog, and he had to come out of the desert and return to the place where he was made.

The road ahead was unfathomable, and the Báb did not know if his fate would end here. After all, this is a very pragmatic organization, and people who have no use value also lose the value of living at the same time.

Perhaps it won't be long before fishermen find his swollen body at sea. But he was never afraid to meet the day when death came, and for the sake of his original dream and vow, he decided to continue to fight again.

The car winds its way around the island to the highest point of the island, dotted with bunkers, soldiers' quarters, and even some forts left over from World War II. The safety of this island is no less than that of a world-class military base, and compared to his own underground base, Babu can only smile helplessly.

His underground base was as much as an immature child and a strong adult compared to the island's defenses. After all, it was from here that he was created. Those who are created will never surpass those who create them.

It's a huge island, like a mountain. But the highest point on the island is not in the very center of the island, but on the edge of a cliff.

The cliff is in a circular inland sea, and two naturally formed mountains cut off the sea from this inland sea. Even if the waves are raging outside, the inner sea is calm. Even on stormy days, you can float in a small boat and drift quietly in the inland sea.

The extent of the inland sea is not very large, only the size of ten football fields. The most palatial buildings on the island are built on top of the towering mountains of the Inland Sea, atop steep cliffs.

The opulence of the building is no less than a palace, with a traditional Gothic style on the surface, but some details reveal the style of European royal families.

It is like the king who reigns on this island, standing on a cliff looking down on his subjects, and with a proud posture, accepting the worship of all.

The two Kailid stopped outside the gate of the palace-like building, and immediately heavily armed soldiers stepped forward to inspect Babu and the others. After confirming that there was no problem, several European men who looked like bodyguards walked out of the palace.

They didn't speak, just nodded coldly to Báb and turned to leave. The Báb does not have any temper, here, whether he is the commander-in-chief or not, or the civilian Báb. He was treated the same, and here, he didn't have any privileges.

"Mr. Babu, who are we going to see?" Several of the old generals behind Babu looked at this magnificent building with some awe, and there was a sense of awe in their hearts.

Of these men, only the Báb had ever been here. The rest of the people had followed the Báb for the first time, and they were accustomed to the dilapidated buildings of the small desert country, and they looked up to it as a paradise for the gods.

The Báb did not speak, he knew the rules here. Talk less and see less, so you can live longer. After entering the palace, the more opulent but not lacking elegant decoration immediately jumped into everyone's eyes, except for Babu, who was still calm, and several people behind him had already fallen into a deep madness.

In the palace, everyone who shuttles is so polite. It was as if they had been born to live here, and when they got out of this palace, they couldn't even breathe.

But Babu had his own thoughts, and when he followed the bodyguards, he desperately pondered them.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and immediately woke up the thinking Báb. I saw the bodyguard in front of me open a door, and a huge rooftop was revealed. In front of the rooftop, you can see the entire sea.

Before everyone could exclaim, Babu and his core generals were immediately pushed to the rooftop. A platoon of gunmen appeared, not giving them a chance to speak at all.

With a thud, the generals who had followed Babu all had their heads blooming and fell to a pool of blood with a thud.

Babu opened his mouth wide and breathed heavily, but he remained calm, his eyes wide to the extreme, staring at the few people not far from the rooftop in front of him.

"Give me a life, and I'll be able to get the job done. Having lost an army, I can still wash away my shame with my life. This last sentence was said by the Báb almost categorically.

He was indeed ready to die, but by no means here. Even if he was going to die, he would die in the battle with the Huaxia people.

On the rooftop, several gentleman-like old men slowly turned their heads, and one of them nodded lightly and said, "Those few people are useless, and if they fail, they will have to pay some price." And you? Wu Yuesheng said that you are still useful, I want to see, what is the use of a person who has lost a qiē? ”

Babu's eyes quickly looked to the other side, Wu Yuesheng, standing beside the old man.