At the same time, the illegal militants realized that the walkie-talkies in their hands were useless. They tried to contact the people below, but the walkie-talkies were quiet. There was no sound of radio waves.
Something had happened. Something must have happened below!
They all knew that something was happening below, but they couldn't go down. The hatch that required a password to enter blocked their path. They knew that something was happening below, but they couldn't do anything.
Z7 kept all his equipment and quickly approached his comrades. He retreated from the drainage outlet and left from the end of the port. He avoided Kulo Caesar's important guards until he left the port.
The waves were huge. Xia Jinyuan's injured arm was stimulated by the seawater. He couldn't help but purse his thin lips. How could it not hurt when salt was sprinkled on his wound?
The pain lasted for only a moment. Operation Sandstorm was completed perfectly. No comrades died.
