Another hour passed.
The coast guard ship patrolling nearby finally arrived, late as it was. The familiar dark blue uniforms had not changed much over all these years.
Yet the appearance of these government personnel gave Zhang Ming a profound sense of security. The Rescue Team! An official Rescue Team had come to save me!
Of course, the coast guard ships of this era were different from those of the past. Their crews were tougher, and their equipment more comprehensive.
This ship probably had a displacement of a thousand tons, with "Southeast Coast Guard No. 0192" written in large letters along its side. It could reach a speed of 100 kilometers per hour and was equipped with large-caliber Rune Rifles. If they encountered any evildoers, a burst of bullets was guaranteed to blow their heads open. Even against ferocious mutated creatures, weapons such as Rune Rifles and high-pressure water cannons would let them put up a fight.
The detachment commander leading them was named Jin Kaixuan, an S-Class powerhouse only one step away from breaking through the human limit. He happened to know the Lin family-in fact, most coast guards and fishermen in these waters knew one another to some degree. After all, personal connections were the same in every era.
The Coast Guard and Fishermen Symposium was held every year. Matters such as fishing moratoriums and maintaining militia forces all required civilian support.
The father of the Lin family jumped aboard, handed out a few cigarettes, and recounted their encounter.
"Whoa, you caught a high-quality Red Seabream? Nice luck, Old Lin!"
"As for this fellow..."
Seeing Zhang Ming on the rubber dinghy, Jin Kaixuan narrowed his eyes slightly and activated "Eagle Eye"-his innate ability, which allowed him to easily pick up all manner of details that normally escaped notice.