At 11 a.m. on April 24, 2016, Guantanamo U.S. military base, Cuba.

    At sea level, a Sikorsky ch-53e super stallion helicopter quickly approached the coast in the roar of a hurricane.

    A few minutes later, the helicopter docked at makara airport, which should have been closed a few years ago.

    Subsequently, a group of elite soldiers who exuded an impressive momentum and strong breath successively got off the helicopter, were picked up by two military Hummers and drove to the headquarters of Guantanamo naval base 2.5 kilometers away from makala airport.

    "The person you want is coming..."

    After hanging up the phone, rear admiral utre olster, the head of Guantanamo naval base, whispered solemnly into another office behind him.

    Through the open door, you can clearly see the office. At this time, a burly black man is sitting there, leisurely tasting the Cuban specialty rum, "general, the CIA thanks you for your assistance..."

    A few minutes later, with the sound of heavy footsteps, a burly and muscular soldier walked to the door of major general utre''s office while smoking a cigar.

    The major general who had been waiting at the door hurriedly greeted him with a smile, "you look very energetic, major Dutch!"

    The burly soldier smoking a cigar reached out and shook his hand. His tone was flat: "long time no see, general!"

    "Let''s talk inside..."

    The major general clenched his hand and immediately motioned him to go to the office with him.

    After they entered the office, the major general simply asked major Dutch to go to his desk, spread out a map, pointed to the island above and said, "about 12 hours ago, we lost a plane here with several American soldiers... The last signal shows that their location is probably near here..."

    Major Dutch lowered his head and looked carefully in front of the area, frowning: "nubra island? This should belong to Costa Rica! Do these soldiers like to travel everywhere?"

    During the cold war, the United States operated thousands of military bases around the world. However, with the anti American wave of various countries in recent years, there are no other military bases near Central America except guantanamoki, which should belong to Cuba.

    Therefore, due to the consistent political sensitivity, major Dutch immediately realized that the general''s words were not only vague, but even untrue.

    After a moment of silence, the major general replied, "they deviated from the route. I received the above notice that nubula island is now a private island belonging to an American businessman - John Hammond!"

    "Americans..."

    Major Dutch immediately raised his head and looked at him. "Since there is an island near the accident site and the owner is still American, why not directly inform the island to assist in search and rescue? We special forces have been transferred?"

    The major general''s eyes flickered and he didn''t dare to look at him.

    Just then, a voice came from the inner compartment of the office: "because a fool thinks you are the best, he wants you!"

    As soon as he heard the familiar provocative voice, major Dutch immediately removed his suspicious eyes from the major general, turned around with his face, and looked like looking for someone to fight, but if you look carefully into his eyes, you will find that it is full of joy and smile.

    The same burly black man who came out of the office was Dillon. He was once a close comrade in arms with major Dutch. Since Dillon volunteered to join the CIA, they haven''t contacted each other for a long time because of the particularity of their new job.

    The nostalgia lasted only a short time. Major Dutch quickly asked the major general again, "so, what''s our mission this time?"

    "Those soldiers are very important to us..."

    As soon as the major general answered, Dillon interrupted him, "Dutch, we have received the weather forecast that there will be a rainstorm in the sea area near nubula island in eight hours. Because the incident happened suddenly, we don''t know the situation on the island. We don''t know whether there is enough fresh water and drugs to ensure the safety of the missing people. All, we need the best search and rescue team. That''s why you were called here!"

    Major Dutch looked at him. Although he still suspected that he was hiding something from himself, he reluctantly nodded out of trust in his old friend, "continue..."

    "This is a very simple task, which can be completed in one day! We need you and your team to go to the sea area, find the missing person, and we can come back before the rainstorm..."

    "What does'' we ''mean?" major Dutch caught the meaning of his words keenly.

    Dillon looked at him with a smile. "I want to act with you!"

    This undoubtedly aggravated major Dutch''s doubt about the real purpose of the mission. He looked at some strange old friend Dillon and immediately looked at the major general: "general, you know my team has always acted alone!"

    The major general looked at Dillon and said, "this is the above requirement, major. Dillon will take over this operation when necessary!"

    The weight of this sentence undoubtedly weighed heavily on major Dutch''s heart.

    He smoked his cigar silently, inhaled and vomited one mouthful after another. After being silent for a long time, he slowly nodded and immediately saluted the major general, "general, I''ll inform the team to start now!"

    After that, he didn''t even say hello to his old friend Dillon. He turned and left the office to inform the team members that they were ready to go.

    Dilong''s face was ugly, but he was also familiar with his temperament. He shook his head with a bitter smile and chased out.

    "Hey, Dutch. Don''t be angry. I have to follow you as a last resort..."

    The CIA''s reputation among American soldiers is not good, mainly because during the cold war, the CIA planned too many coups, invasions and wars around the world. It is always American soldiers and American taxpayers who wipe their ass.

    Therefore, few people like the CIA, especially an official from the CIA, and have to work with them.

    Major Dutch said nothing with a cold face, but also stopped and smoked a cigar not far from the general''s office.

    As soon as Dilong saw that there was a play, he hurried forward to serve the soft and whispered, "there was a CIA agent on the list of the accident. It suspected that they might have some important information, so he sent me here. Don''t worry, I won''t intervene in the actions of your team unless I have to!"

    Seeing that he was soft and gave a promise, major Dutch picked up his cigar and gently spit out a huge smoke ring, "there''s nothing else to hide from me?"

    Dillon shook his head. "I said everything I could. You know, the CIA has regulations!"

    "Let''s go!"

    Major Dutch looked at him and didn''t believe all his words, but he didn''t delay any longer and rushed to the team first.

    A gust of sea breeze came out with water vapor and hit Dilong''s face. Water droplets condensed from his eyelashes.

    He followed major Dutch, walked forward, occasionally looked up at the endless clear sky, and inadvertently shook his head.

    In such a clear sky, how many people can imagine that there will be a rainstorm coming soon in the eastern Pacific opposite the Caribbean?!

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