In the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
On the vast ocean, a silver-gray destroyer was braving the wind and waves as it moved westward.
The destroyer with the number 207 belonged to the Third Aramerican Fleet and was on an ocean patrol mission.
There was also a supply ship following behind it.
Beep!
Suddenly, a series of electronic beeps rang out in the bridge command module. A crew member sitting in front of the control panel said in shock, "Captain, the long-range radar has detected a high-altitude target approaching us at high speed. The current altitude is 23,570 feet, and the speed is faster than Mach 3!"
"What?"
The captain, who was chatting with his subordinates, was shocked. He quickly asked, "Is the target hostile?"
The speed of Mach 3 was equivalent to more than 3,600 kilometers per hour. Currently, the most advanced fighter jet in America could only reach Mach 2.7. Only reconnaissance aircraft could reach such speed.
The crew member in charge of monitoring the radar replied, "We can't determine at the moment, but the target is very small."
The captain looked at the radar scan and data displayed on the monitor with a grave expression. He decisively gave the order, "Prepare for an air defense battle. This is not a drill!"
The air defense alarm on the destroyer 207 immediately sounded, and all the crew members quickly entered combat mode.
But at this moment, the target scanned by the destroyer's long-range air defense radar suddenly accelerated from Mach 3 to Mach 4, flying over the destroyer and out of the radar's detection range in the blink of an eye.
The destroyer commander quickly reported the situation to the Aramerican Navy's Pacific Command.
At this moment, Zuo Yi had left the destroyer 207 far behind.
He had just sensed the radar scan from the destroyer, so he accelerated and flew away, not wanting to tangle with the destroyer.
Zuo Yi's target was very clear, and that was the secret base of the Council of Truth on Galle Island!
In order to reach his destination as soon as possible, he did not hesitate to burn the power of faith to activate the Wings of Light, increasing his flying speed several times that of the speed of sound.
After flying over the Pacific Ocean for more than two hours, Zuo Yi was still a long way from the target location.
But compared to ordinary commercial airliners, his speed was already at an astonishing level.
When Zuo Yi finally arrived at Galle Island, it was already one o 'clock in the afternoon Da Xia time.
Due to the time difference, Galle Island was currently shrouded in darkness.
According to the intelligence provided by the Coast Garrisons, Zuo Yi found the location of the secret base of the Truth Council with the help of the GPS.
This was a seaside fishing port called "Grey Gull". The submarine that had ambushed Zuo Yi had set sail from here.
But looking down from above, there was no sign of a military base at all. Hundreds of buildings stretched from the harbor to the mountains behind. The lights were like stars in the sky, quiet and serene.
Many fishing boats were anchored in the bay. The environment here was quite backward. Although it was not affected by the war on Galle Island, it was far from being comparable to the ordinary fishing ports in Da Xia.
Zuo Yi quietly landed on a street in the fishing port.
The paved road was old and narrow, and on both sides of the road were houses built with stones. They were either two or three stories high, and basically, they were all very dilapidated and lacked maintenance.
Most of the street lamps were broken, and only a few were still on. The dim yellow light spilled down the long street, making one feel as if they were in the 40s and 50s of the last century.
A few drunken sailors supported each other as they staggered forward. They were holding wine bottles in their hands and telling dirty jokes. From time to time, they would let out wild laughter.
Zuo Yi stood under a street lamp, took out a lighter, and lit a cigarette for himself.
After taking a puff, he greeted the sailors who were coming from the opposite side.
"Hi, buddy."
Zuo Yi greeted in English, "May I ask where the Herring Bar is?"
The Super Intelligence Bureau and the Coast Garrisons had interrogated the members of the Truth Council overnight and dug out a lot of information, including a lot of information related to the secret base on Galle Island.
The Herring Bar was one of the strongholds of the Truth Council in Grey Gull Harbor, and it had a secret base entrance!
A few sailors who reeked of alcohol and fish stopped. One of them, a tall and sturdy man with a beard on his face, waved his hands and roared rudely, "Yellow monkeys, get lost! Don't block the way!"
Zuo Yi's face instantly darkened.
"Wait!"
Another tall and skinny sailor stared at Zuo Yi with his red eyes as if he had discovered a new continent. He twitched the corner of his mouth and revealed a ferocious smile, "Yellow monkey, take out all your money, or else …"
Da Xia people were famous for their wealth, especially the few poor people abroad. Galle Island used to have many Da Xia merchants, but they had all fled because of the war.
He looked at Zuo Yi like a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, and pulled out the revolver at his waist, "I'll blow you up …"
Boom!
Before the tall and skinny sailor could finish his words, his head exploded like a watermelon, and red and white pieces splattered everywhere.
Most of them splattered on the faces and bodies of his companions around him.
The sailors were completely sober now.
They were all trembling, including the bearded man. One of them even wet his pants on the spot, and some kind of liquid kept dripping from his pants.
They thought that Zuo Yi was a fat sheep, but they had bumped into a ferocious tiger, the ferocious kind!
Zuo Yi put away his Remington and said calmly, "Can you tell me the answer now?"
The bearded sailor swallowed his saliva with difficulty and pointed at the street behind him. "From here to the first crossroad, then turn right and walk another 100 meters. You'll be there."
"Thank you."
Zuo Yi blew out a puff of smoke and walked in the direction the sailor had pointed.
He brushed past the sailor.
The sailors quickly distanced themselves from him as if he was a snake or a scorpion.
Just as Zuo Yi was about 10 metres away, the bearded sailor's eyes flashed with an ominous glint, as he signalled to his two companions by his side.
He quietly pulled out his weapon.
His two companions looked at each other and hesitated for a moment before pulling out their pistols as well.
The situation on Galle Island was chaotic, and even Puerto Rico, where the American fleet was stationed, was not peaceful. Sailors like them who came out to play basically carried weapons with them.
The bearded sailor took the lead and raised his pistol to aim at Zuo Yi's back, roaring, "Go to hell!"
Before his voice died away, he pulled the trigger, and his two companions also opened fire.
However, an incredible scene occurred. All the bullets that were shot at Zuo Yi stopped a foot away from him. It was as if they had hit an invisible wall and could no longer move forward.
The bearded sailor emptied all his bullets in one breath, and when he saw this scene, he exclaimed, "Extraordinaire!"
Boom! Boom!
What answered him was the roar of a Remington M870!
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