Guam Military Base.
The tumultuous journey had ended, and the plane finally landed. Gao Yi and his group, who boarded last, were the first to disembark.
No stops, no unnecessary formalities, not even time for an extra word; as they got off the military transport plane, the private jet on the other end was already approaching the runway.
Amos was escorted off the plane, followed by Gao Yi and the others. As they moved towards the private jet, Nevan whispered, "Do you want to contact them now? I'm worried that once you board the plane, it won't be convenient to make calls, and this matter is quite urgent."
Nevan was quite considerate. Gao Yi thought for a moment and said, "Alright, I'll make the call now, but I don't have a secure phone."
"Bring a couple of satellite phones, make sure they're clean!"
