Night had fallen, and the wind began to rise. A bright moon hung in the sky, and its reflection shimmered in the sea. Waves more than a meter high, driven by the wind, crashed against the abandoned aircraft carrier, creating a thunderous roar. The spray danced and scattered, and the stars twinkled dimly then brightly, adorning the night sky beautifully.
On the deck, Luo Zheng stood quietly, his sharp eyes fixed on the aircraft carrier that had suddenly appeared ahead. Two hours had passed, and Sam Country had not made any moves since their initial rescue operation. This made Luo Zheng anxious while also kindling some hope that Sam Country might have concerns about acting rashly.
