The two-minute gap between strikes was more than enough for Rita's squad to reach the red pillar.
But the pillar was already surrounded layer upon layer by ships. More than a hundred were still alive, and every one of them had gathered here.
All of them faced Ship 7, just waiting for them to cross into the ten-meter attack radius before unleashing everything they had.
Rita's group stopped fifteen meters out, holding position. They were waiting for the cue.
Waiting for it to knock them straight into the swarm.
Autumn Deer steered Ship 1's plank closer, ready to snatch their map the moment Ship 7 went under.
Ship 16, which had brushed past them not long ago, also swung in. Mojie stood ready on deck, \[Low-Risk Investment] glowing in his hands.
From above, the sea looked exactly like a billiards table at break. Dozens of colored balls clumped together at the center, three cue-balls scattered around them.
