In a certain area of the Hawaiian Islands, a vast stretch of surrounding sea had been isolated to breed sharks for biopharmaceutical research.
Because the research project carried certain risks, the area was remotely located, far from golden beaches and bikini-clad beauties, and could only be reached by helicopter.
Aside from the two-story communications watchtower above the water, most of the Deep Sea Research Institute's buildings were underwater to facilitate experiments and research.
The helicopter landed, and John and Mathilda jumped onto the helipad. The two little brats were intensely interested in the deep-sea shark facility.
Russell and Arnold followed them off the helicopter, followed by Leon in a suit and sunglasses. He was serving as a bodyguard on this trip, responsible for Russell and Arnold's security.
Though if anything really happened, it was hard to say who would be protecting whom, Russell and Arnold were wealthy men, and personal bodyguards were a necessity of life.
Other than the five of them, no one else had come.
Sarah Connor had yet to recover from her anxiety disorder. Compared to sharks with gaping jaws, blue skies, white clouds, sandy beaches, and ocean breezes were better for soothing her state of mind.
Max and Caroline had no love for sharks. One was taking selfies like crazy on the yacht, while the other was stuffing herself with food. Neither would leave even if beaten to death.
Russell's robot maid, Eleanor, was even less worth mentioning. She hated the ocean and all marine life, sharks included.
"Gentlemen, I'm Susan McCallister, the person in charge here. Welcome."
Susan, the intellectual beauty, displayed tremendous enthusiasm toward Russell and Arnold's arrival. It was not that her acting was too exaggerated; she genuinely welcomed them.
The project had hit a bottleneck, and Arnold's partner—the project's investor—was planning to