After chatting a bit more, Allen Zhang waved goodbye and turned to walk towards the tarmac where he and Old Jack boarded the private jet and fastened their seat belts in the cabin.
Bailey adjusted the electronic devices and started the aircraft, sprinting down the runway and soaring into the sky.
Through the window, as Silver Island gradually shrank, Allen Zhang took out his cellphone to snap a photo, then browsed through the photos taken on the island, selected the ones showing the treasure locations, and saved them in an encrypted album.
He then closed his eyes to rest.
Two hours later, the private jet landed at an airport in Mexico, refueled by the staff, restarted, and headed to Los Angeles.
Allen Zhang also received messages from the General Electric Boat Company and from Qibatu.
