Over the vast ocean.
A large transport plane, painted with the Great Xia national flag, is circling in the sky.
The sea below is called "East Hanhai," the ocean between Great Xia and the Ying Sang Kingdom.
Inside the cockpit.
Two pilots are speaking in low voices.
"The plane has been circling for ten minutes, the radar shows no activity."
"Should we contact the higher-ups again?"
"Let's wait a bit longer, just asked them and got scolded for having no patience."
"Alright."
Their topic shifted.
"Flying transport planes for over ten years, this is the first time encountering such a weird mission."
"Picking someone up over East Hanhai, this is too far-fetched, how do you pick someone up in such a place?"
"The higher-ups won't say clearly, just said it's confidential."
"If it weren't for the official order, I'd really suspect someone is joking with us."
As soon as the word "joking" was mentioned.
A tapping sound suddenly came from the side window glass of the cockpit.
