Everyone Was Fighting for Their Lives

"?!"

Hearing Gui Zhaolin's words.

Wang Anyi, who had been about to give the order to set sail, froze. Then he snatched up the communicator:

"Old Gui, what did you say? You found the Data Pod?"

"That's right."

Gui Zhaolin's voice soon came through the communicator:

"Heaven's being kind to us. Conditions across the whole area are pretty much what the organization predicted."

"We sent out four Zhi-5s to search the areas planned by headquarters. No. 3 quickly found the area marked by the red dye. It was only four or five hundred meters from the location the organization had calculated in advance."

"The Data Pod is at 34 degrees southeast of your position, about 8.3 nautical miles in a straight line, and 2.2 nautical miles from the blast center."

"To avoid alerting anyone, I told No. 3 not to lower the Salvager yet. They're pretending they haven't found anything and continuing to search southeast."

"But there are so many helicopters from other countries in the area that they probably won't be fooled for long. You need to get over there and retrieve the Data Pod as soon as possible!"

As soon as Gui Zhaolin finished speaking, Wang Anyi responded:

"Understood. We're heading there now."

As he spoke, he glanced at the helmsman—or more precisely, the leader of the helmsman's team:

"Little Li, 34 degrees southeast, 7.3 nautical miles in a straight line. Full speed ahead!"

"And everyone, check your protective suits again. Radiation from a Nuclear Weapon is no joke. I don't want to be holding a memorial service for you when we get back!"

The helmsman team leader was a gleaming bald man. At once, he let out a shout:

"Understood!"

The next second.

The boat's engine was pushed to its limit, and the whole vessel chugged southeast