Night fell, and the US Army base, heavily guarded, seemed impenetrable even to a fly.
But what no one knew was that a giant bird carrying a young man arrived over the US Army base at eight o'clock in the evening, thousands of meters high in the sky.
The island was vast, and the giant bird easily found a safe spot and set the young man down.
The giant bird did not leave but crouched beside Yang Fan, waiting for his next command.
Yang Fan glanced at the dark sky and sighed, "Finally, it's over."
...
Bruce Han had stayed at the US Army base for the past few days, waiting for Yang Fan's arrival.
With Nelson in his hand, he wasn't worried that Yang Fan wouldn't come.
He looked at the time; it was already eight-thirty in the evening.
If Yang Fan indeed came, it would be around this time.
A moment later, some strange sounds seemed to come from outside the room. Just as he was about to get out of bed to check, a crab crawled in from the windowsill.
