Early morning, six o'clock.
The sky, not yet fully bright, covered the sea in a gray haze.
Beside the beach, a campfire burned, with dry wood crackling, and the flames leaping in such dull light, making it quite conspicuous.
Mo Shangjun sat by the campfire, propping her chin with one hand, boredly adding firewood, watching the snake on the spit slowly roast.
She wore a communication headset, with various intense battle reports buzzing in her ear, yet they did not affect her leisurely enjoyment of roasting the snake in the slightest.
At this time, the frogmen, after a series of long treks, finally reached the subjects they excelled at.
Jiu Zhou and others guarded the ship, while the frogmen boarded to rescue the hostages.
