Detective Conan: Shadow Legion Office

109: Chapter 109 The Extravagant Private Island, Lin Long’s Independent KingdomOn the tarmac of a US military base, hot wind carrying the smell of oil rushed toward them.

Lin Long held Suzuki Sonoko’s hand and stood in front of a dark green Chinook transport helicopter.

This helicopter was larger than standard military transport helicopters. The cabin door was open, and inside sat a dozen fully armed members of the Reaper Mercenary Group. Their tactical vests were covered in grenades and magazines, and their eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

”Come on up.” Lin Long tidied the loose hair by Sonoko’s ear and placed a pair of noise-canceling headphones on her head. ”It’ll be a bit noisy when we take off.”

Suzuki Sonoko nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

This was her first time riding in such a military transport helicopter, not to mention going to an island that belonged entirely to them—just thinking about it made her heart race.

The two walked into the cabin, and the mercenaries immediately stood up and saluted, their movements uniform and precise, exuding an aura of lethal intent.

Lin Long signaled for them to sit down, then took Sonoko to the observation position at the rear of the cabin, where there was a reinforced glass window that offered a view of the scene below.

The Chinook’s rotors began to spin at high speed, emitting a deafening roar as the fuselage slowly lifted off and flew toward the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

Suzuki Sonoko gripped Lin Long’s hand tightly, watching the scene outside the window gradually shrink—the military base became the size of a matchbox, the coastline looked like a silver ribbon, and eventually, it was swallowed by the boundless blue ocean.

”How much longer until we arrive?” She leaned into Lin Long’s ear and shouted, her voice largely drowned out by the noise of the rotors.

Lin Long pointed to the military watch on his wrist, the screen displaying the real-time flight path: ”About two hours. Sleep for a while, I’ll wake you when we arrive.”

Sonoko shook her head, her eyes staring brightly out the window.

She had never imagined that one day she would own an island. And she certainly never imagined that this island was a wedding gift from the US—if she told anyone, they probably wouldn’t believe it.

Two hours later, the transport helicopter began to descend.

”We’re here.” Lin Long patted Sonoko’s shoulder and pointed outside the window.

Suzuki Sonoko immediately pressed against the glass and was instantly stunned by the scene before her.

In the middle of the deep blue Pacific Ocean floated an island that looked like a secret realm.

The outermost perimeter was a ring of continuous mountains, like a natural city wall, encircling the entire island.

Inside the mountains was a vast freshwater lake, the water crystal clear and shimmering with a verdant glow under the sunlight.

In the center of the lake was the true main island, covering an area of fifty square kilometers, covered in dense, lush tropical rainforest that stretched out of sight.

”Wow...” Sonoko couldn’t help but exclaim, ”This is just like a place from a fairy tale!”

Lin Long also looked out the window, his gaze deep.

He noted that the orientation of the mountains was very peculiar, forming a near-perfect defensive circle, with only a few narrow mountain passes that could be traversed.

The freshwater lake looked quite deep, enough to block large vessels from approaching.

In the center of the main island, one could faintly see a smaller lake, like a sapphire embedded in a green carpet.

”Easy to defend, difficult to attack.” Lin Long commented in a low voice, ”The US certainly knows how to pick a spot.”

The geographical location of this island was practically born for defense.

Whether attacking from the sea or launching an aerial assault, one would first have to break through the two lines of defense—the mountains and the lake—and the tropical rainforest inside the main island could provide natural concealment and space for maneuvering.

The Chinook transport slowly lowered its altitude, flying into a passage between the mountains.

Only then did Sonoko realize that the passage was artificially created; its width was just enough to accommodate a medium-sized yacht, and on the cliff walls on both sides, one could still see uncleared traces of blasting.

”It seems the US had designs on this island long ago.” Lin Long chuckled.

The transport hovered over an open space on the edge of the main island and lowered its landing gear.