Chapter 1214: Unless There’s a Miracle (Subscribe please!)

Mexico.

West coast.

Nearly seventy nautical miles from the shoreline.

There lies an island with an area of only a dozen square kilometers, relatively flat land covered in thick tropical vegetation, among which stand out several man-made structures.

These.

Are not made of wood.

But are rather concrete constructs similar to lighthouses.

Dozens of them.

Placed haphazardly across the island.

And amidst these 'lighthouses', essentially at the island's center, a two-story building over ten meters tall looms, partially obscured. The building covers a wide area, with many trees artificially planted on it.

Around the building.

There are military green camouflage nets.

Whether inside.

Or outside the building.

There are dense surveillance cameras and fully armed security personnel, and atop the lighthouses, more armed guards; around the island's perimeter, within numerous bunkers, dark holes aimed at the sea surface.

Surface-to-Air.

Surface-to-Surface.

Surface-to-Sea.

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