"Drip, drip..."
Water ran down Manhunter's cheeks, gathered at his chin, then fell drop by drop onto the deck. He glared coldly at Roman.
Roman lowered her camera and blinked innocently. "Just as repairing the facility is your job, taking pictures is mine. I don't see a problem with that."
"You!"
Manhunter's teeth ground together. He was about to speak when Roman suddenly smiled and changed the subject.
"Come on, Manhunter. Instead of blaming your teammates, why don't you see if you can open that access door?" As she spoke, Roman edged closer to Xia Lun. "Most of the supplies are stored inside the submarine. If we can't get in, we'll all starve sooner or later."
Xia Lun glanced at Roman. He knew exactly what she was doing, but he made no move to put distance between them.
Roman was clearly a far cry from White Line. White Line was good at manipulating people too, but on the whole, she was a fairly upright person.
"The access door?" Manhunter paused. His attention had indeed shifted. He stood and walked over to the raised bridge, where he studied the entrance. "Hmph. Even the lifeboat needs an access card? Whoever designed this submarine had some imagination."
"Can you open it?" Roman cut off his complaint.
Manhunter studied the door for a while. "No. Entrances on submarines like this have excellent airtight seals. Unless we find an access card with high-level facility clearance, we're not getting in."
Splash!
While the two were arguing, Xia Lun suddenly leaned out and fished a long blue nylon bag from the water.
"Stop arguing. If you've got energy to spare, pull some supplies out of the water." Xia Lun set the bag by his feet, then grabbed a dark green box. "In another two hours at most,