Before he finished his words, a huge roar sounded from above his head. Yang Jing looked up and saw a huge Boeing 787 roaring past his head and climbing rapidly. The huge sound waves made Yang Jing cover his ears involuntarily.

After the plane flew away and the noise died down, Yang Jing asked the bearded captain with a smile, "Isn't this plane from the US Air Force? Why do I feel that the noise made by this kind of civil airliner seems to be much more serious than that of a military plane?"

The bearded captain shook his head helplessly and said, "What can we do? After all, that damn Antonio Won Pat International Airport is right in the center of the city."

The Antonio Won Pat International Airport that Captain Beard was referring to was the only commercial airport on Guam, located between the cities of Agana and Tamuning. However, the two cities were now almost connected, so the airport was actually surrounded by the cities.

"Damn it, damn it, why do we have to take a plane? Planes are noisy and unsafe. Twenty-one years ago, there was a plane crash at this airport. A Korean civil airliner crashed 5 kilometers away from the airport, killing 228 people. So, how can taking a plane be better than taking a boat? It's quiet, comfortable, and you can catch seafood for yourself..." As if he was stimulated, the bearded captain decisively turned on the chatterbox mode and muttered non-stop.

As they were talking, that yacht had already docked with the bearded captain's yacht. Yang Jing laughed and patted the bearded captain on the shoulder. After saying goodbye, he stepped onto the yacht.

In just a few minutes, the yacht returned to the Agana Yacht Wharf. As the bearded captain had said, all the yachts moored at the yacht wharf were medium-sized yachts less than 60 feet long. The water here was indeed very shallow, and one could see the coral reefs on the seabed by looking down...

After getting ashore, George started making phone calls. Soon, three spacious military Hummers stopped beside the group of people. A white man with the rank of lieutenant colonel on his shoulder got out of the lead car and gave George a warm hug.

Afterwards, the lieutenant colonel warmly hugged Chris, John, Clark and Morris one after another. It was obvious that they seemed to be very familiar with each other.

George led the lieutenant colonel to Yang Jing and said with a smile, "Paul, let me introduce you. This is my boss, Albert Young. Boss, this is Paul Adriano, my best friend in Guam. We served at Anderson Air Force Base in the same year. We were in the same company and lived in the same barracks. Now I'm retired, but this guy has risen to the position of lieutenant colonel."

Paul Adriano smiled slightly.

"Hi, nice to meet you."

"I'm glad to meet you, too."

The two shook hands and got to know each other. But it was obvious that the lieutenant colonel didn't seem to be impressed by Yang Jing's skin color, and the smile on his face was a little hypocritical.

But it doesn’t matter. Yang Jing doesn’t have anything to ask him for, and it is estimated that this guy’s ability to climb to the position of lieutenant colonel has a lot to do with George’s father.

Don't think that the U.S. military is just like that, and there are a lot of factionalism within it.

As if sensing that his friend was a little cold towards Yang Jing, George secretly poked the guy's lower back, winked, and then said to Yang Jing with a smile: "Boss, we won't stay in the hotel today. My father has already arranged everything. My father's villa is big enough for all of us. Let's go there first, get ready and have dinner. My father will come over for dinner, and we will go to visit the base tomorrow."

Yang Jing smiled and nodded, "Now that we are here, everything will be up to you."