Hampri's Trump Card, the Rabbits' Desperate Plight!

Splash, splash.

Looking down from high above,

you could see eleven ships, large and small, cutting through the azure sea like paper knives and leaving eleven white wakes behind them.

In the hands of a skilled photographer from a later era,

this scene, with its blue sea and sky as a backdrop and an epic, rousing soundtrack, could surely have been edited into an incredibly grand video.

But at that very moment,

Wang Anyi and the others, supposedly the "people in the picture," felt nothing remotely epic.

All they could think about was the Data Pod, just a few nautical miles from their boat, and the trackers around them, clinging like dog-skin plasters.

"Old Wang!"

As the boat sped forward, Gui Zhaolin, aboard the command ship, did everything he could to keep Wang Anyi updated on the latest developments.

"Three things. First, the organization has already learned that the Intercontinental Missile detonated successfully, and the top leaders are keeping an eye on the Data Pod's recovery."

"The organization hasn't assigned us any specific new objectives. They only sent one message: we won't go looking for trouble, but we're not afraid of it either. Whatever unexpected things happen, the organization will have your back!"

"The three missiles still remaining on the Zhu Xian platform are all on standby, and the weapons on Ships 101 and 102 are activated too. We just need to kick their asses!"

Gui Zhaolin, a cultured man whose work mainly involved political affairs, couldn't help swearing as his emotions ran high.

This was a private line between him and Wang Anyi, so none of it was meant to intimidate outsiders. The organization had truly prepared for the worst.

As a certain Big Rabbit had once put it, back when we had nothing, we still dared to send