USA-Australia.
This route.
Few ships.
It nearly crosses the central Pacific, the water quality is quite good. Unfortunately, it's only occasionally worth a look; for such long ocean voyages, there's only monotony and boredom along the way, the scenery is repetitive, and it's tiresome after seeing it too often.
"Hmm?"
Looking to the right.
In the distance.
Several dots appeared on the horizon, moving parallel, suddenly starting to veer toward the cargo ship.
Soon.
Getting bigger and bigger.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
With a loud noise, three black shadows swept past the front of the cargo ship. Were these guys here just to show off? Checking it out, they turned out to be training aircraft from a nearby American base, practicing low-altitude cruising.
"Tch!"
Tang Qing smirked.
I fly faster than these scraps of metal, did I show off?
"They're coming back."
A few minutes later.
