At dusk, the setting sun was like blood, reflecting on the vast ocean, where the shimmering twilight danced on the waves that rose and fell with the wind, tirelessly rushing towards the unknown. A deserted aircraft carrier stood quietly on the sea surface, its deck clearly divided into two groups: one, a group of solemn-faced police officers, huddled in the middle, all handcuffed; the other, a group of criminals, scattered around, forming an encirclement. Luo Zheng stood on one side of the deck, silently looking ahead, lost in thought.
The situation had escalated to a point of no return, and what would follow depended on how Sam Country would react. Would they opt for bombs from afar, or would they send a rescue squad? Luo Zheng couldn't predict this choice and was out of precautionary measures. At this moment, the madman approached him and whispered, "Have you thought about what to do next?"
"I want to hear your opinion." Luo Zheng, unsure of Sam Country's intentions, asked.
