Jack half-faked a story about his parents having a secret date, and their daughter, unaware of the situation, dragging her friends to the hotel to "catch them in adultery."
After all, the truth was too outrageous, and no one would believe it even if he told it. Furthermore, while his FBI identity didn't need to be kept secret, Harry's identity as an "Omega" agent was top secret.
"Haha, that's an interesting story. To be honest, I'm starting to like you. If you're still willing to cooperate like this, maybe I can suggest to someone that you spare their life."
At this point, the Tusk family of three had been injected with sedatives and fell into a coma. Juno simply sat on Jack's lap, put her arms around his neck, and continued to listen to the story.
"So, what you're trying to tell me is that not only his wife and daughter, but even you, an FBI agent, don't know Harry's secret identity?"
Perhaps it was a psychological effect. Even though the other party was wearing high-end perfume, Jack still felt that the woman's perfume was a bit pungent.
"What secret identity? Honestly, although Jessie and I have known each other for several years, we only ran into each other unexpectedly a few days ago in Washington. I didn't even know Mrs. Tusk, and I'd only met Mr. Tusk once."
Jack continued to play dumb, staring at Bai Ni with a pretentious lecherous look. "Are you saying that Mr. Tusk is actually secretly running some illegal business? And you're sent by his competitors to take him down?
Then maybe we can make a deal. You give me some evidence of his crimes, and I'll be responsible for sending him to prison. What do you think of such a cooperation?"
Juno laughed heartily, as if Jack had told a particularly funny joke. "You know what? I actually really like dating you arrogant federal agents.
It's so funny to see you all talking nonsense with such sanctimonious expressions."
At this time, the Gulfstream G450 had risen to an altitude of 10,000 meters and entered level flight. Jack sighed and pointed to his neck. "You should give me a shot too. I think I'm a little allergic to your perfume."
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slight jolt startled Harry awakened from his sleep. He sniffed and was met with a strong odor of diesel.
Seeing Jack, also bound behind his back, staring at him, he struggled to his feet and asked, "Where are we?"
"Somewhere near the tropics. I'd guess the Caribbean." Jack shifted his hips, allowing himself to pass through the narrow porthole behind him.
The scorching sunlight streamed through the stained glass, confirming Harry's position in the lower hold of a ship.
Glancing at his wife and daughter, still unconscious, he breathed a sigh of relief. His gaze lingered on the small bag at Helen's feet. He wanted to continue, but paused.
"This is at the bottom of the ship. No one else is here. I've confirmed." Although Jack had received an injection later, he ultimately took a nap out of boredom. Over
ten hours had passed since their kidnapping the previous night, less than three of which had been spent in flight, and the rest of the bumpy journey had been largely spent transferring vehicles along the way.
"They've been circling since they put us on the boat, probably trying to avoid Coast Guard patrols. We've been on the boat for about 12 hours. If you'd woken up a little later, you could have seen the beautiful sunset."
Jack's words surprised Harry and made him stop trying to remove the handcuffs. "Didn't they give you an anesthetic?"
"Of course they did, but my drug resistance might be a bit high." Jack brushed the subject off with a bit of pretentiousness. "I'm not sure if the stuff is on the boat, so it's best to wait until we reach our destination."
Harry thought for a moment, nodded, and found a comfortable position to lean back. "Hopefully, Gibson'll be smart this time."
With company, Jack finally felt less bored. The two chatted idly until the sun set, the light in the lower hold gradually dimmed, and Jessie and Helen awoke with moans.
Compared to Jack and Harry, the two women were less composed. Of course, aside from Helen, who remained apprehensive, Jessie was more preoccupied with her sexual needs.
Fortunately, a clanking noise could be heard overhead. Several terrorists descended the lower hold, hooded the four men, and marched them to the deck. Despite
Jessie and Helen's loud protests, the four took turns using the restroom to relieve themselves before being loaded onto the helicopter.
After nearly half an hour of turbulent travel, the helicopter landed, where someone was already waiting.
"Hurry, take that stuff off their faces."
The voice sounded unfamiliar, but once the hoods were removed, Harry and Jack felt a sense of relief. They had finally seen the real deal.
Although he had only flashed past on a motorcycle, Jack hadn't forgotten the Middle Eastern man with a slightly high hairline and a shiny forehead—Salim Abu Aziz. The
Dark Jihad leader, now shaved and with a full beard, looked younger than his profile photo. If you ignored the camouflage uniform and tactical vest, he actually had a scholarly air.
Aziz, who only knew Harry from his previous battles, sneered as he stood before him, then nodded to Juno, who was standing beside him. "Bring them all in," he said, and turned to leave.
Jack surveyed his surroundings. Tall tropical trees, palm trees, and coconut palms filled the air. The faint smell of seawater confirmed they were on a tropical island.
Several terrorists shoved the four men into a warehouse-like building. Inside, the lights were bright and the generators rumbled. But in the center stood three massive statues, completely out of place in the surroundings.
"Isn't it incredible?" Juno reached out and touched one of the statues. The three or four-meter-tall stone sculpture reminded Jack of the Sphinx beneath the Egyptian pyramids.
"I called them the Four Horsemen, representing courage. Unfortunately, some idiots broke one during transport, leaving only three left."
With a touch of boasting, the antique dealer even offered a scientific explanation. "They once belonged to Darius of the Persian Empire, created around 500 BC. They are truly priceless treasures."
Aziz sneered, "If you had been more careful when hiring someone to transport them, I wouldn't have needed to release an extra nuclear bomb as bait."
The ladies present might have been a little confused, but Jack and Harry had already guessed: one statue corresponds to one nuclear bomb, and they had actually managed to transport the nuclear bomb out of Greece this way.
(End of chapter)