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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nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
