Chapter 937 He Was Holding the Unconscious Violet
It took about two hours to get from Azurine Isle to the base's headquarters.
That was plenty of time for Brady to get a feel for the terrain and gather some intel.
It had been years since he last came here, and it looked like the base had grown a lot, with its members multiplying several times over.
No wonder the guards didn't pay much attention to their faces when they came in earlier.
There are just too many people in the base.
Everyone couldn't remember each other's faces, so the only way to identify members was through electronic wristbands.
Otherwise, even though they had smeared plant-based fuel on their faces and bodies to darken their skin, their facial features would give them away if someone looked closely.
So, when Brady led Arthur and the others into the headquarters, he kept his head down, avoiding the base members in military uniforms, and entered a quiet, narrow corridor filled with a metallic, bloody scent.
This corridor leads to the highest commander's meeting room.
About 30 feet ahead, there are many guards, but this part of the corridor was near the entrance, so it was relatively safe.
Brady took a few steps forward and stopped by a glass window, looking outside.
Miles' headquarters looked almost the same as when he last visited—old and filled with a mechanical, bloody atmosphere.
It resembled a giant arena.
Except that this arena was enclosed rather than open-air.
Inside, there were a dozen rooms used for combat, meetings, or executing opponents.
Brady lowered his gaze and quietly observed the activity outside.
About a dozen base members were patrolling and handling tasks.
Arthur followed his gaze, looking outside, and whispered, "Are we waiting here?"
"We'll wait in that room over there," Brady said, pointing to a brown door about five feet away. "About 30 feet ahead is the highest commander's meeting room and lounge, guarded by around ten people. If we force our way in, we'll be at a disadvantage."
"We'll wait in that room for now. If I'm right, Miles should be the highest commander here."
"Brady, can you ensure that the room is safe?" Arthur didn't have major objections to the plan but was concerned about safety.
"Yes, most of the rooms here are empty." Since Reuben passed away years ago, the base's structure hasn't changed much; Brady was confident the rooms remained the same.
So, they just needed to wait for the right moment.
"Alright, we'll follow your lead," Arthur nodded, not asking further questions.
The two men stood by the window for a while, then carefully sneaked into the empty room.
Just as Arthur had said.
Most of the rooms along this corridor were vacant.
Apart from some discarded guns and furniture, there wasn't much inside.
After they entered, they didn't close the door completely.
Instead, they had a servant crouch by the door, leaving a small gap to observe the situation outside.
Meanwhile, on the island's coastline.
A white speedboat finally landed on the beach after over an hour.
The engine shut off.
A heavy-duty Hummer, waiting on the beach, approached, and four people stepped out.
These four were Miles' trusted aides.
They walked up to Miles' speedboat and respectfully bowed, "Mr. Gibson, welcome back."
As soon as they spoke.
Miles stepped off the speedboat.
However, he was carrying the unconscious Violet in his arms.
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