"Let's talk about the situation first," Johnny said. He didn't immediately agree, as such things were too unreliable. He had accepted many missions, but none had ever gone smoothly; there were always some twists and turns.
So Johnny cautiously asked.
Dominic, on the other end of the phone, expressed understanding, then roughly explained the cause and course of the events.
Gina, the director of the CIA's Overseas Special Hostile Forces Investigation Branch, had a subordinate who brought back a device capable of manipulating satellites to fall.
This device was created and modified by foreign hostile forces using powerful hacking technology, so she prepared to lock it in the CIA evidence storage room.
After the device was identified and its danger level determined, it was named pandoras box.
Subsequently, her branch was attacked by a group of thugs who quickly stole the device, causing casualties among 7 CIA agents.
Afterward, that group used the device to crush and kill Gibbons, one of the CIA's deputy directors.
Gina naturally couldn't let this thing fall into the hands of those madmen, so she dispatched her team to find Dominic.
By this time, Dominic already had over 15 million US dollars, placing him among the wealthy. Additionally, he and Navis had already gotten together, so he naturally couldn't break his peaceful life again and recommended Johnny to Gina.
He offered to contact Johnny himself and have him take on the mission, but the commission had to be paid by Gina.
To be honest, Gina was skeptical of Johnny's abilities, but Dominic kept vouching for him, so she had no choice.
After all, if Dominic consistently refused to act, what good would coercion do?
After a moment of thought, Johnny agreed, "Alright, send me the location. I'll go."
"Then you'd better hurry. This is a mission to save the world," Dominic's deep voice came through the receiver, making Johnny's ears tingle.
After hanging up the phone, Johnny scratched his ear with his pinky nail and grumbled, "I hate men with built-in subwoofers."
Johnny packed his bags, took out 5 gold coins, kept them close to his body, and then set off. As for firearms, he would deal with that in the Philippines.
Eighteen hours later, on August 16, 2014, at 4:56 PM, Johnny walked out of Ninoy Aquino International Airport.
He took a taxi to the ferry, then boarded a boat for Nasugbu.
More than five hours later, Johnny finally arrived.
"Damn it, I really did get seasick!" Johnny couldn't help but complain.
At this moment, his phone's message notification sounded again.
He pulled out his phone and opened it.
"Nasugbu Diving Cliff."
There was also a website link. Johnny copied the URL into his browser. It contained the intelligence the CIA had on these guys.
Johnny glanced at it casually and didn't pay too much attention, as the photos were a bit blurry, and he couldn't clearly see the faces.
The setting sun dyed the cliff a rusty color, and waves crashed into snowy foam a hundred meters below, their roar intertwining with the cicada chirps from the distant jungle, forming a primal symphony.
The rocks at the edge of the cliff were jagged, with a few twisted casuarina trees growing out of the crevices, their branches and leaves dancing wildly in the sea breeze like countless struggling arms.
Three drones circled overhead, their cameras penetrating the thin clouds, compressing the panoramic view of the diving platform and the bay into a trembling canvas.
To the left were the low, colorful tin roofs of Nasugbu town, to the right were the half-ruined Greek-style stone pillars of Fortune Island, and directly below, five extreme athletes were rappelling down ropes towards the cliff edge, their fluorescent wristbands tracing ghostly green light trails in the twilight.
The temporary observation deck at the cliff top was crowded with tourists, and the click of camera shutters was continuous.
A backpacker strapped a GoPro to his surfboard and lay on the slippery rock, adjusting the angle.
Two Philippine girls held selfie sticks, with the figures leaping from the diving platform in the background.
Lifeguard Tucker, wearing a faded camouflage vest, leaned with crossed arms against the rusty watchtower. His walkie-talkie suddenly crackled with static: "Wind speed 12 knots, surge strengthening on the southeast side!"
Extreme sports enthusiasts from all over the world gathered here, as well as tourists who came to see the sights.
Johnny mingled among them.
At this moment, he only had a glock 43 on him.
This was a small-sized self-defense Pistol, nothing else.
He wore casual clothes, but underneath, he had soft bulletproof armor and thigh guards.
He carried a bag on his back, containing a suit and some bullets, which he had bought through the black market after arriving in the Philippines.
But that was all he could get.
He kept looking around in the crowd, observing people's movements and behaviors. Soon, Johnny locked onto a man in a black vest.
He wore sunglasses and sat under a sun umbrella. In front of him was a table with a glass of fruit juice.
Johnny went over and sat down. The man didn't look at her, still gazing into the distance. But through his sunglasses, Johnny saw that his tightly closed eyes meant he was sleeping?
Bang!
A loud bang of the table suddenly rang out, making the drink on the table jump. The man instantly opened his eyes, looking around vigilantly, but only saw Johnny in casual clothes with a backpack.
"Who?"
Johnny leaned back in his chair, then propped his feet on the table, "Give me a boat ticket. I want to go there."
The man looked at him suspiciously, "Without an invitation, that place isn't somewhere you can just go."
"BAX92795A4X3."
When Johnny uttered this string of characters, the man's eyes changed.
"Arranging a boat ticket is impossible, but I can provide you with a small boat. You'll have to go up yourself."
The man could only say this helplessly, as boat tickets could only be obtained through invitation.
Johnny didn't speak, just nodded. Having a means of transport that allowed him to get to the island himself was enough.
Just as the man was on the phone arranging a boat for Johnny, he received another call.
So he changed his initial plan, "Tonight, a team of people happens to be boarding, and this group doesn't need boat tickets."
The two turned and said to Johnny, who just nodded, indifferent, as long as he could get on.
Then the man communicated with the other party in Filipino for a while. The next second, he stood up, picked up the juice glass from the table, took a big gulp, then put the glass down and walked forward.
"Follow me."
The man led the way, with Johnny following behind. Soon, they arrived at a hidden corner next to the diving cliff, where a boat was docked. Several people were already on board, and a few more were waiting below.
As they watched the man lead Johnny over, the people on the boat were somewhat wary and spoke to the man in Filipino.
"Don't worry, this is also someone who needs to go to the island."
The man explained to the group while arranging for everyone to board the boat.
And so, Johnny took this boat towards that isolated island.
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