The smuggler let out a beast-like roar and plunged into the sea, attempting to swim towards the shore. Santana sneered and fired two shots at his diving suit's back, instantly dyeing the sea water red. The smuggler's body floated to the surface, face down in the reef area, like a discarded rag.
"Count the scene!"
Santana jumped onto the small boat, the flashlight beam sweeping the cabin floor. Three metal cans remained intact, while the fourth, cracked one, had sunk to the seabed. He shouted into the walkie-talkie, "Call the frogmen unit, immediately search underwater in the reef area, focus on finding the leaked sample!"
Ten minutes later, five frogmen in diving suits plunged into the water.
Underwater visibility was less than three meters, and the cracks between the reefs were filled with sea urchins and seaweed. The flashlight beam swept through, revealing fish killed by the virus, belly up, like a silent silver graveyard.
