As the plane landed on an island above the sea level, the man had no time to chat with the pilot and walked down in a rush.
The team consisted of five persons who were holding the same guns. A man wearing a white long wind coat had been waiting here for a while.
"Minister, you came back."
A man in the front nodded at this moment.
And this man nodded as well. He threw a glance casually at the other side of this island---located at that side was the living area and the inhabited land of the believers whereas this side was the base of the club.
Mr. Sun was just a code name. Each supervisor in charge of an area could use this code name in the club.
After returning to the base, the man recovered his real identity--- one of the four supervisors in Western Europe with the code name Scorpio.
Named after twelve constellations, each regional supervisor had their own code name.
Scorpio looked at the equipped man, "Let’s go in, I have to talk to all the supervisors."