At the sight of that figure, the Gold Medal Specialist froze briefly, then turned pale in shock. At this time, in that spot, there was actually someone in the sea beside the Cruise Ship... Who could that be?
Though he was too far away to see clearly, the liaison officer's heart skipped a beat as he thought of his major client, who had no idea how many people he had offended and had armed himself from head to toe with rescue plans. Could it be that while they had been distracted, someone had ambushed their benefactor and knocked him into the water?
He hurriedly prepared to dispatch the Rescue Team while making a tentative phone call.
He had assumed that the benefactor was floating in the sea and would have no time to answer. Yet the call was actually picked up, and the client's voice sounded perfectly normal, without any glug-glug sounds of drinking seawater.
Though relieved, the Gold Medal Specialist was also baffled. "If you're all right, then who's in the sea? Do you need us to deploy?"
"Deploy?" Vodka glanced at Bourbon floating on the surface. The words, "Sure, bring a dumbbell over on a helicopter and drop it on him," nearly slipped out... but he silently swallowed them.
Unfortunately, rescue companies clearly did not offer that kind of service. If he really said that, the helicopter might bring over a group of police instead.
But just then, looking toward the nearby shore, Vodka suddenly thought of something, and his heart stirred.
"I almost forgot about this rescue team. Now that the ship is about to dock, I've spent all that money, but I haven't used them at all..."
Before boarding, Vodka had been filled with anxiety. After realizing that Uzo was also on this ship, his alarm