This kind of scene, she had only seen it in Hollywood movies; even local films didn't have such intense visuals.
The howling sea wind, the gloomy night, the dangerous atmosphere, cool assassins in black suits, and someone carrying a sniper rifle. And it seemed there were more than just these few people. As Wen Nuan thought this, a dozen or so people, surrounding one person, walked over. The person in the middle also wore a black suit with a棗-colored cape over it, looking a bit eerie. He was of medium build, with curly hair and deep, regular features. Hearing him speak fluent American English, Wen Nuan thought he might be an American. The dozen or so men were all uniformly cold-looking. There was also a woman wearing a white shirt, black hot pants, and black knee-high boots. She was also American, with a pretty short haircut, glamorous and cool, with two pistols behind her waist and playing with a curved knife in her hand.
