Mercenary organization, battleship, in the hall.
When the first speedboat landed on the research island, this side had already received the message.
"Team A is safe! We can move..."
The person-in-charge of the mercenary base sat on a chair with his face expressionless. His voice was cold as he ordered his subordinates.
Thus, a large ship docked at the shore.
Twenty-five mercenaries in camouflage uniforms held submachine guns and carried rockets disregard of the heavy rain... They even drove an armored vehicle and landed on the shore successfully. Then, they rushed toward the depths of the research island.
"Team E is safe! We can move..."
"Team C is safe! We can move..."
In the hall of the warship, the voice of the person-in-charge of the mercenary organization was incessant.
However, after he said a few times that they could move, he suddenly stopped.
