Tristan's head jerked up in alarm.
'Reinforcements? Already? But we haven't been detected yet!'
No one was supposed to drive to this place in the middle of the night. But no matter who these people were, they could only be enemies.
'Shit. This will wake people in the shipyard camp up, even if the newcomers don't spot the dead bodies!'
Tristan was frantically thinking about escaping this sticky situation.
He could give the retreat signal now. By his estimate, at least six bombs were already planted, so the operation could be called a partial success.
Tristan could also let his subordinates keep going. It will be harder for them to escape alive then, but more bombs will be planted and more ships will sink.
If these people were some random goons, Tristan wouldn't have hesitated, but they were good ones. At least Cutout and Sam.
