Luo Jun quietly left the vicinity and found a place where he could take shelter from the rain. It was a rock extending out five meters where Luo Jun in his camouflage uniform curled up underneath, hugging his gun.
After eating some dry bear meat, he rested.
Having walked all day, Luo Jun was really tired too. With some self-hypnosis, he easily fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Luo Jun was awoken by the cold raindrops splashing onto his face.
It was pouring outside. The raindrops pattered on the plant leaves making a pat-pat sound. The temperature was even colder than yesterday, like in this kind of environment, lying in a shelter and canoodling with three women would be much more comfortable than here.
With such heavy rain, those mercenaries on the ship probably wouldn’t enter the interior of the island with the survivors right?
From what that woman said, the last time they landed on the island was three days ago. If this heavy rain lasted three to four days, the pressure on their survival would increase.
After all, the food and fresh water on the ship was limited. If they kept consuming it, they would have a hard time completing the mission.
Clearly, those mercenaries enjoying young women and delicious food would not collect rainwater with adequate fresh water.
At the same time, Jones also got up from the tent.
He looked at the middle-aged woman lying next to him. Since she started serving him last night, he felt like the woman was hiding something from him.
He didn’t intend to care what a woman was thinking anyway, after all her daughter was still on the ship being violated by those mercenaries, she was probably worried about her daughter.
But on second thought, he saw a light in the woman’s eyes that he hadn’t seen in previous days – a light of hope.
A woman trapped and passive everywhere could not suddenly ignite the light of hope.
He lit a cigarette and opened the tent to smoke it. The cold wind blew into the tent, waking the woman.
Jones looked at the heavy rain outside.
He cursed in his heart, “Those two snipers have been gone for three days and two nights and still haven’t returned. Could they have mysteriously disappeared too? How bizarre!”
Jones had been paying attention to the movements on the ship, so he knew very clearly that the snipers sent out days ago to ambush the mysterious survivor had not yet returned.
At this time, the woman came to Jones’ side and lightly hugged him.
“It’s so cold, don’t open the tent. What if you collapse? What would we do?”
The woman was concerned about Jones’ health.
Although Jones used to be a formidable assassin, after his disability he had lost most of his combat effectiveness. Especially with four fingers missing from his right hand, he would never touch a gun again.
Although he could also shoot with his left hand, it no longer held much meaning for him.
So he hadn't trained for a long time and had grown quite fat.
“Tell me, have you discovered something?”
Jones flicked his cigarette and looked back at the woman, interrogating her with his judging eyes. Facing those eyes, all her emotions and secrets were simply impossible to hide.
“Last night, I met a man...”
The woman recounted meeting Luo Jun last night.
Hearing this, Jones shuddered all over.
“Jones, that man said reinforcements would arrive later and we should wait for an opportunity.”
Seeing Jones so agitated, the woman was afraid he would impulsively sabotage Luo Jun’s plan.
But Jones just sneered coldly.
“Fool!”
Jones cursed, but he didn’t disclose the real information he had obtained. He knew very clearly that Luo Jun definitely had no reinforcements coming. He had probably just killed the two snipers sent to ambush him earlier.
Then he had quietly crept here to gather intelligence.
What puzzled Jones was what identity did this man have?
Could he also have come to investigate the island’s secrets?
“Damn it, there’s only five days left. If they don't find the metal in five days, these people will also withdraw, and these survivors will be doomed!”
From the mercenaries, Jones learned a message - the mercenaries sent by the Holy See could stay on this island for twenty days at most, that was already the limit. And that limit would be reached in five days.
Once the time exceeded that limit, with the protection of the Mysterious Island International Convention, the U.S. military would fire missiles at this location!
In addition, regardless of whether it was ships or aircraft, without the approval of the Mysterious Island Freemasonry none could enter the airspace or waters around this island, otherwise they would be attacked.
This was an unwritten rule internationally.
So apart from leaving on this ship, if they left here on another ship and got discovered, there would be only death.
As for why there was the Mysterious Island International Convention and why the U.S. military had become this island's default guardian god, Jones did not know. He only knew that such rules had already been formed over the past hundred years.
Just like more than fifty years ago, when all countries kept silent about the dark side of the moon.
In those fifty years no country had launched probes onto the moon's dark side until Huaxia started taking the lead to launch probes onto the moon’s dark side in recent years.
The situation with this island was the same. In the past fifty years, no one had ever landed here. Even if there were shipwreck survivors, they had no way to leave before they all died.
The reason why the ship Jones was on had stumbled in unintentionally was not their original intention. The ship was just passing fifty nautical miles from the island when it suddenly lost control and its course was altered, crashing straight onto the island.
This was the same situation as the plane Luo Jun was on. The plane lost control and contact with the ground, while at the same time, its course was automatically changed!
This led to everything that happened afterwards.
“Bring me clothes!”
Jones decided he had to go find that man because the time left for them was no more than five days!
“Jones, it’s raining outside!”
“Give them to me, don't waste time talking!”
Jones shouted. The woman obediently brought a raincoat and put it on Jones.
Carrying a pistol and dagger, Jones strode out of the tent into the rain, entering the woods.
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't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
