Missile
Now, on the cruise ship, it was unexpectedly calm.
The waiters yelled one by one when they realized that something was wrong.
But soon, they were subdued by five foreigners, making them all shut up.
And in the cabin, the captain seems to have accepted his fate.
He slumped in a chair. Holding the walkie-talkie in his hand, the rustling voice inside continued, but he never said a word to it.
On the deck.
Ye Bei and Wang An, still carrying their hands on their backs, quietly looked at the vast scenery on the sea.
In the cabin, the situation was more special.
"If you don't want to die, just be quiet for me. If anyone makes a sound again, I don't mind shooting his head and throwing it into the sea to feed the sharks." The foreigner with knotted hair was shouting at a waiter who had just made a whining sound.
The waiter covered his mouth with his hands, and never dared to make any unnecessary sounds.