The sky gradually darkened as the plane landed on a solitary island in the center of the Mediterranean. The island was about the size of a small county, but it held only a solitary white building.
"What place is this? Are you taking me to explore a haunted house in the middle of the night?" Wang Ling suddenly felt rather uneasy as the lonely island in the sea led him to nothing good.
"You'll know soon enough," Zhang Menglong continued to tease Wang Ling.
Soon, above the building, Wang Ling finally saw the full view of the structure, which resembled a large prison. It was surrounded by high walls, like a city sealed tight on all sides, with even guards patrolling back and forth.
"Secret military base? You're not planning to stage a terror attack, are you?"
"Attack? Please, let's keep it civil!" Zhang Menglong said. "Do you really think I'm the kind who resorts to violence at the slightest disagreement?"
