Ushuaia was one of the places on Earth closest to the South Pole, and was only 960 kilometers away.
It was one of the biggest tourist destinations in the South Pole, and the last stop for many expedition teams before heading to the South Pole.
When he reached Ushuaia, Luke stopped.
June in the South Pole was the exact opposite of June in the North Pole. It was the harshest time of the year, and there were often gales above grade 8, with temperatures below minus 50 degrees.
The harsh environment was far beyond what a normal person could imagine.
Even Luke didn't dare be rash. He obediently listened to the arrangements of Weyland Corporation's personnel, and started to cram on his knowledge of the polar regions.
He had killed a lot of bad guys, but none of them had the ability to fight in the polar regions.
There was only one reason: Who would he fight in the polar regions? Seals or whales?
He simply found a certain ability on the list of abilities to fight in the snow, and then studied the information provided by Weyland Corporation.
This wait lasted for three days.
The weather finally calmed down.
Luke, who was ready to set off at any moment, boarded a small plane in less than ten minutes. There were no passengers on the plane except for the pilot.
After the plane took off, Luke chatted with the pilot.
He was very interested in this small plane.
It was a small, fixed-wing plane with pontoons for taking off on water and snow.
The destination was the South Pole, and it was the lowest temperature of the year. Most steel would be extremely fragile in such a harsh environment.
A plane that dared to head to the Antarctic Circle at this time naturally wasn't simple.
The pilot was tight-lipped, and simply told Luke not to worry. Although the plane was small, it had been specially made by Weyland Corporation.
Three hours later, the plane reached its destination and glided down on the ice.
Luke had just gotten off the plane when the pilot pointed at a snowmobile not far away, before the plane took off again and quickly returned.
The weather in the polar regions was unpredictable.
Although the weather forecast said that it would be peaceful for most of the day, it wasn't absolutely accurate.
Luke wouldn't have taken a plane if he wasn't in a hurry.
The pilot had even risked his life to make this trip. After he returned, he would end his year of work and go on vacation at the warmest beach.
Luke quickly moved forward in the snow.
The plane was still several hundred meters away from the snowmobile. He didn't want to walk in the sudden gales.
A few minutes later, he rushed to the snowmobile at the fastest speed an ordinary person could muster. Only then did he see a building complex at the bottom of a gentle slope.
After a few more minutes, he arrived near the buildings and waved at the people inside one of the houses.
The man welcomed him in.
Luke took off his mask and revealed his face. "I'm Luke Coulson. Chairman Weyland hired me urgently."
The man carefully examined it for a moment before nodding. "Welcome. I'll inform someone to pick you up right away."
As he spoke, he spoke a few words into the walkie-talkie.
Ten minutes later, Luke followed another person to a house further inside the complex, where he met an acquaintance. It was Charles Weyland, the chairman of Weyland Corporation.
The old man's face was as pale as ever. Even though the room was warm, his complexion did not look too good.
Luke stepped forward with a smile and exchanged a few words with the super magnate and bigshot, before he tactfully got down to business. "Mr. Weyland, can you tell me what the specific mission is?"
On the phone, the magnate had only mentioned the location of the mission, but not the specifics.
Weyland gestured at a middle-aged black man next to him. "This is Maxwell Stafford, the supervisor of this operation and my head of security."
Stafford simply nodded at Luke before he gave a brief explanation of Luke's mission.
A few days ago, Weyland Corporation had discovered mysterious ruins on Bouvet Island, so Weyland had personally set out to explore it in order to make a big splash.
As one of the bodyguards in this operation, Weyland's personal bodyguard, Morris, who was the most capable of solo combat, had caught a bad cold on the icebreaker.
Out of professional ethics, the top bodyguard had requested to take a vacation.
In his own words, it was very likely that he would make a mistake when he ran into danger in his current condition.
During an expedition, one mistake could sometimes lead to serious consequences.
Thus, he had given up on this temporary mission with a reward of as much as two hundred thousand, and solemnly reminded his employer to find a new, reliable personal bodyguard.
Weyland wasn't unhappy about Morris's withdrawal.
This wasn't a regular job, and a top bodyguard shouldn't have taken over a mission when he knew that he was in trouble.
If something happened to his employer, his credibility in the industry would plummet, and he would lose his job in the future.
There was a popular saying in the security industry: Boredom is the best.
Because boredom meant that everything was safe.
Weyland actually had a lot of choices.
As a member of the top magnates and a bigshot in a corporation, he had all the security resources he needed.
However, Weyland, who was already at the end of his life, inadvertently thought of a certain young detective who had left him in such a "mess" when he was thinking about who to replace him.
After talking to Takagi on the phone, Weyland chose to do whatever he wanted.
He had made many risky decisions in his life, but he had always made them leisurely in a safe place.
This time, he didn't want to think too much rationally.
Perhaps this would be the last time he would be willful!
For this willful decision, he offered a high commission of five hundred thousand dollars.
That was because Takagi had mentioned that he had once offered to hire him with an annual salary of five hundred thousand dollars, but had been turned down.
Weyland wasn't short of money, and he didn't want to be turned down.
In fact, it was a good thing that he had come to a special place.
The South Pole!
If Weyland hadn't hired him, Luke didn't know how long it would have taken him to come here and make up his mind to travel.
Yes, Luke had come to the South Pole for this trip.
He didn't believe that a bigshot like Weyland would suffer in the South Pole.
No matter how bitter the South Pole was, it couldn't be for a bigshot.
At that moment, it was as warm as spring in the room, and he couldn't feel the bone-chilling cold outside at all.
After listening to Stafford's explanation, Luke asked straightforwardly, "My only responsibility is to protect Mr. Weyland, right?"
Stafford nodded. "That's right."
Luke asked, "So, I'm not Mr. Stafford's subordinate, right?"
Stafford nodded calmly. "That's right. Morris, the previous bodyguard, was also only responsible to Mr. Weyland. "
Luke looked at Weyland. The old man coughed and said, "I know what you're worried about, but don't worry. Here, I'm your only boss. "
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