The two drove to the nearest airport, parked the car nearby, and from afar, they could see Bailey sitting in the cockpit, waving to them through the window.
Once the General Sect Leader and Old Jack boarded the plane, Bailey also asked, "Boss, where are we headed?"
"To Silver Island." Allen Zhang fastened his seat belt and instructed, then took out his phone to log on to the official tourism website to make an advance reservation.
"Ok." Bailey searched for the location information of Silver Island, which was at the intersection of the Gulf of Mexico and the Caribbean Sea. He did not ask what they were going there for. After adjusting the electronic equipment, he immediately started the plane, sprinting down the runway and taking off into the sky, heading towards the target location.
Allen Zhang looked down at the shrinking Los Angeles below, knowing it would take some time to reach their destination, so he decided to close his eyes and rest.
