Woo woo woo—
The sound of the horn traveled far on the high seas.
On both sides of the cruise ship, silhouettes of Haitian creatures could be vaguely seen following along.
Floyd I. Clarke furrowed his brow tightly, his breathing a bit rapid, feeling increasingly anxious.
"Don't worry, sir, have a drink." Reinhard Tristan Eugen approached, holding a glass of red wine, and handed it over.
"Are my children and wife okay?"
"Of course, rest assured, we've arranged everything to reunite your family."
Floyd I. Clarke let out a sigh of relief, took a sip from the glass, and felt much more at ease.
"I truly admire Victor; no one in the world would have thought that Hydra was actually Mexico's intelligence agency. Hahahaha, you've played everyone worldwide."
Reinhard smiled, "Hasn't the FBI uncovered anything internally?"
