Wasteland, Day 55 at 1:38 AM.
Hope One glided slowly through the empty ocean like a graceful dancer. Under deliberate control, the ship's current Speed hovered around six knots. Even the miscellaneous grunts on wooden rafts behind them could catch up.
At this hour, aside from Moore resting alone in the artillery room, everyone else—including Big Spark and Little Spark—had gathered in the cockpit. Sitting in the main seat wearing the Simba onesie, Su Mo appeared to be dozing with his eyes closed. However, the periodic updates from Gonggong through his earpiece ensured he wouldn't miss any crucial moments.
[New biological activity detected 49 kilometers southwest of Hope One. Based on their movement trajectories, they are highly suspected to be enemies. Please prepare yourself, Captain Su Mo!]
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