Chapter 109: The Rainstorm Is Coming (Patreon)

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On the morning of April 24, 2016, at 11 o'clock, Guantanamo Bay U.S. military base in Cuba.

Above the sea, a Sikorsky CH-53E Super Stallion helicopter approached the coast rapidly, amidst the hurricane-like roar.

A few minutes later, the helicopter landed at the McCarran Airport, which should have been closed years ago.

Soon after, a team of elite soldiers exuding an imposing and fierce aura stepped off the helicopter and were taken away by two military Humvees, heading towards the headquarters of the Guantanamo Naval Base 2.5 kilometers away from McCarran Airport.

"The people you requested have arrived..."

After hanging up the phone, Admiral Utre Oust, the person in charge of the Guantanamo Naval Base, said in a low voice to another office behind him with a serious expression.

Through the slightly ajar door, one could clearly see a well-built black man sitting in the office, leisurely tasting the Cuban specialty rum. "General, the CIA thanks you for your assistance..."

A few minutes later, with heavy footsteps, a muscular and muscular soldier, puffing on a cigar, walked to the door of Admiral Utre's office.

The admiral, who had been waiting at the door, hurriedly greeted him with a smile on his face. "You look spirited, Colonel Darcy!"

The muscular soldier, puffing on his cigar, shook hands with him in a calm tone. "Long time no see, General!"

"Let's talk inside..."

The admiral tightened his grip on his hand and then signaled him to follow him into the office for a detailed discussion.

After the two entered the office, the admiral straightforwardly invited Colonel Darcy to his desk, where he opened a map and pointed to an island. "About 12 hours ago, we lost an aircraft here, carrying several U.S. soldiers... The last signal indicated that they were in this vicinity..."

Colonel Darcy bowed down to examine the area on the map and furrowed his brow. "Isla Nublar? Isn't this part of Costa Rica? Do these soldiers like to travel everywhere?"

During the Cold War, the United States operated thousands of military bases worldwide, but in recent years, due to anti-American sentiments in various countries, apart from the Guantanamo base, which they still occupied in the vicinity of Central America and should have belonged to Cuba, there were no other military bases left.

Therefore, Colonel Darcy immediately realized the vague and possibly untrue nature of the general's words, given the usual political sensitivity.

The admiral remained silent for a moment before answering, "They deviated from their flight path, and I received the notification from above. Isla Nublar is now a private island owned by an American businessman, John Hammond!"

"An American..."

Colonel Darcy immediately looked up at him. "Since there is an island near the incident site and its owner is an American, why didn't you directly inform them for assistance on the island? Why did you specifically call us, the special forces?"

The admiral's gaze flickered, and he couldn't meet his eyes.

Just then, a voice came from the compartment inside the office, "Because there's a fool who thinks you're the best, so he specifically asked for you!"

Upon hearing this familiar provocative voice, Colonel Darcy shifted his suspicious gaze away from the admiral. He turned his face and appeared ready for a fight, but if one were to observe his eyes closely, they would see joy and a smile within them.

Coming out of the office, an equally muscular black man named Dillon, who was once an intimate comrade-in-arms with Colonel Darcy, had not contacted him for a long time since he voluntarily joined the CIA due to the nature of his new job.

They exchanged pleasantries for only a short while, and Colonel Darcy quickly asked the admiral again, "So, what is our mission this time?"

"Those soldiers are important to us..."

Before the admiral could finish, Dillon interjected, "Darcy, we received a weather forecast. A thunderstorm is coming to the waters near Isla Nublar in eight hours. Since the incident happened suddenly, we are not familiar with the situation on the island and don't know if there is enough freshwater and medication to ensure the safety of the missing personnel. Therefore, we need the best search and rescue team, which is why you have been called here!"

Colonel Darcy looked at him, still suspecting that he was hiding something, but out of trust for his old friend, he reluctantly nodded. "Go on..."

"This is a simple task that can be completed in one day! We need you and your team to go to the incident area in the sea, find the missing personnel, and we can return before the storm hits..."

"What do you mean by 'we'?" Colonel Darcy keenly caught the implication in his words.

Dillon smiled at him and said, "I'm going to join you in this operation!"

This statement undoubtedly deepened Colonel Darcy's suspicion about the true purpose of this mission. He looked at the somewhat unfamiliar old friend, Dillon, and then faced the Brigadier General, saying, "General, you know that my team always operates independently!"

The General glanced at Dillon and then said, "This is a requirement from above, Colonel. When necessary, Dillon will take over this operation!"

The weight of these words undoubtedly weighed heavily on Colonel Darcy's mind.

He silently smoked his cigar, taking one puff after another, inhaling and exhaling until he fell silent for a while. Then he slowly nodded and saluted the General, saying, "General, I will inform the team to prepare for departure!"

After finishing his words, he didn't even say goodbye to his old friend, Dillon. He turned around and was about to leave the office to notify the team members to get ready.

Although Dillon's face looked unpleasant, he knew Colonel Darcy's temperament very well. After giving a wry smile and shaking his head at the General, he followed after him.

"Hey, Darcy. Don't be angry. I had no choice but to join you all on this mission..."

The reputation of the CIA among American soldiers was not good, primarily due to the numerous coups, invasions, and wars orchestrated by the CIA during the Cold War worldwide. In the end, it was always the American soldiers and taxpayers who cleaned up the mess.

Therefore, few people liked the CIA, especially an officer with a CIA background who had to go on a mission with them.

Colonel Darcy remained silent with a cold face, but he stopped and stood not far from the General's office door, lighting up a cigar.

Seeing a chance, Dillon quickly approached him and softened his tone, saying, "One of the personnel involved in the incident is a CIA agent. They suspect that they may have important information, which is why they sent me here. Rest assured, unless absolutely necessary, I won't interfere with your team's operation!"

Seeing him acquiesce and give a promise, Colonel Darcy picked up his cigar and casually blew out a large smoke ring. "Is there anything else you're hiding from me?"

Dillon shook his head and said, "I've told you everything I can, you know how it is with the CIA and their regulations."

"Let's go!"

Colonel Darcy glanced at him, still not fully trusting his words, but he didn't dwell on it further. Taking the lead, he headed towards the team members.

A gust of sea breeze mixed with water vapor blew onto Dillon's face, even forming droplets on his eyelashes.

He followed behind Colonel Darcy as they walked forward, occasionally looking up at the endless clear sky above the Caribbean Sea, shaking his head inadvertently.

Who could imagine that in the not-too-distant future, a torrential rainstorm would strike in the Eastern Pacific across from the Caribbean Sea?!

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