In the ocean...
In the waters near the Caribbean Sea.
A large ship was firing fireworks as it swiftly advanced.
A few yachts behind it quickly followed.
The people on the boat all looked fierce, most of them holding firearms.
And their target was that giant cargo ship.
At this moment, in the cockpit of the cargo ship, Dalke and Zhou Jian, along with four other people, simultaneously drew their pistols and aimed at each other. The atmosphere became exceptionally tense.
Zhou Jian's forehead was already dotted with sweat. This was a matter of life and death—just thinking about the other side pulling the trigger and he'd die here, anyone would be scared, right?
Although Dalke had seen a lot of the world, in the face of death, everyone is equal. Not to mention whether his subordinates had taken over the ship, in such a small space, once a fight broke out, who would live and who would die, who could say for sure?
