In the vast sea, the small island standing on the surface was extremely conspicuous. The moonlight shimmered on the island, its silhouette faintly revealing itself to the eye. As the speedboat approached, the outline became progressively clearer.
While Flossie Wright rested, reclining on the speedboat with her eyes closed, Becca Reyes's expression remained heavy. Finally, she tentatively asked, "Do you think the Blue Army might be lying in wait on the shore?"
The calm journey had exponentially exacerbated her sense of crisis. The most vulnerable moments often come during the waning throes of a challenge, and if they were to be unlucky enough to encounter a sniper hidden on the beach, they would certainly be killed on the spot despite their strength and skills.
They couldn't help it. With more people, they might stand a chance, but now, with only four of them, they could easily be ambushed and overpowered.
"They will."
