It was already nearing dusk when the ship set off for the isolated island; as night fell, the surrounding azure sea also turned pitch black due to the changing light, like ink.
And so, this speedboat, carrying nine people, sped towards that isolated island.
Johnny sat at the very back, constantly observing the eight people in front of him; apart from the helmsman who was piloting the boat, the other eight had varied expressions.
They were clearly divided into two teams, four in each group, and Johnny remained calm.
After about half an hour, the speedboat docked on the shore of the isolated island; about 100 meters ahead, there was a flickering expanse of lights.
After disembarking, someone came to lead the way.
However, their identities needed to be verified; everyone was checked, and when it was Johnny's turn, he directly pulled out a wad of usd.
The man who was about to check Johnny glanced around, and after realizing no one was paying attention to him, he pocketed the usd and silently let Johnny pass.
"Indeed, no matter where you go, money always paves the way effectively."
Johnny inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
This isolated island was a typical no-man's-land, so there were all sorts of people on it.
In other words, if you swept through with a burst of gunfire, you probably wouldn't find a single innocent person.
Yet, it was this very group of people who had brought this isolated island to life.
As they continued deeper into the island, they soon arrived at a place that resembled a small town, where vibrant, dynamic music was playing, and a group of scantily clad women were swaying their bodies.
There were also people drinking and singing loudly; in short, there were all kinds of people doing all sorts of things.
Johnny walked through, constantly observing.
To be honest, Johnny didn't feel this mission would be so smooth, especially missions led by the CIA, which were always more troublesome than the last.
But for the sake of the money, Johnny reluctantly accepted the mission.
As he walked deeper, Johnny felt someone watching him, but when he turned his head, he found nothing.
Johnny continued walking, his eyes constantly surveying all the surroundings.
From the people to their clothing, to all sorts of details, he observed them carefully, unaware that on the second floor not far from him, a man was watching him.
"Is that him?"
The man pointed at his back, and beside him, the woman nodded, "Yes, he came to the island with eight other people, but his behavior is a bit more unusual."
The man nodded, indicating he understood, then went downstairs.
At this moment, Johnny was still walking forward, his gaze now fixed on the reflection in a glass on a table in front of him.
Because he saw someone quickly approaching him from behind, the next second, Johnny suddenly pushed off with his left foot, moving himself to the right.
Whoosh!
A hand passed by his left side, and then Johnny turned his head to look at this guy.
When he saw this person, Johnny was momentarily stunned.
"Holy crap? Master Ye?"
The words instinctively blurted out, but the man opposite him looked a bit confused.
"What are you saying?"
Then, without waiting for Johnny to answer, he threw a punch.
Johnny subconsciously raised his elbow to block, deflecting the punch, then his right hand suddenly threw a punch towards the opponent's chest.
Seeing that Johnny was actually a practitioner, the opponent also became interested.
He immediately engaged Johnny in a rapid exchange of blows; the opponent was using Wing Chun.
He constantly closed in on Johnny, attempting to initiate close-quarters combat, while Johnny blocked and retreated.
Wing Chun was not unfamiliar to Johnny, as Tom had used many of its moves when sparring with him, so every move of this man was accurately judged by Johnny, and he quickly blocked and counterattacked, making the fight very frustrating for the opponent.
"Jeet Kune Do?!"
Through Johnny's movements, the man also recognized the techniques he was using, and he was somewhat surprised.
They were both Asians, so knowing martial arts didn't surprise him, but why was Johnny's set of martial arts so familiar?
And he understood his own moves far too well.
After a few quick exchanges, the two pulled apart.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Since Johnny was wearing a mask, the other person hadn't recognized who he was.
"I'm here to find someone." Johnny answered truthfully; getting into a fight with this man for no reason, to be honest, was a bit uncomfortable.
But this guy looked too much like someone.
"Are you Caine?"
Johnny asked, a little unsure.
Among John's many friends, only one person was frequently mentioned by John, but Johnny had only seen photos and never met him in person—that was Caine.
Isn't this guy who looks like Master Ye none other than Caine?
Upon hearing Johnny call out his name, Caine was visibly startled, then looked at Johnny, "Who exactly are you?"
Not many people knew his name, and those who did were all familiar to him, but this guy in front of him, he couldn't recall who he was.
"John Wick is my master."
Johnny immediately introduced himself. When Caine heard Johnny's words, his expression instantly softened. As Johnny took off his mask, a hint of admiration appeared in Caine's eyes.
"Night Owl, the rising star in the assassin world is only a three-star Bronze level, but his strength is undeniable."
Caine, also part of the underground world, naturally knew Johnny's information. He hadn't recognized him earlier because of the mask, but now that he did, he would no longer fight Johnny, after all, he was his good friend's apprentice.
The two went from being at daggers drawn to being extremely harmonious in an instant, and Caine stepped forward and patted Johnny on the shoulder.
"Damn, you're taller than me."
Then, he led Johnny to where everyone was gathered, found a table, and sat down.
"Why are you here?"
Caine was a little confused; logically, someone like Johnny shouldn't be here on this isolated island.
"I'm here for a mission; after all, I need to survive." Johnny shrugged.
"Uh-huh, tell me who you're looking for, and I'll find him for you directly." Caine didn't think much of it and patted his chest at Johnny.
Johnny looked at this guy who resembled Super Dan and twitched the corner of his mouth.
"The person I'm looking for is you."
After seeing Caine's appearance and physique, Johnny matched him with the photo in the email the CIA had sent him.
He hadn't expected that the person he was looking for was actually Caine; this was truly a case of 'the dragon king's temple being flooded by the river.'
"Me?"
Caine was first surprised, then his expression turned serious, "Are you also here for pandoras box?"
Hearing Caine's words, Johnny nodded.
"This isn't something you should be involved in." Caine's tone was a bit complex, "There are quite a few things entangled in this; if you get involved, it will probably be very troublesome."
Johnny spread his hands, "But there's no way out now, is there? I'm already dragged into it."
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