The eight cannons on the ship adjusted their directions simultaneously, pointing their dark muzzles toward the five players on the land. They looked like a giant spider with eight eyes, staring somberly at the ground below.
At that moment, a voice that was eerily calm resounded by Ke Mingye's ears.
"Split into two groups. Spider Man and the crafty man board the Ghost Ship's deck; Cai Bing, keep an eye on me and the punk girl, we'll play support," Fan Quan said.
"Boom!"
Before he could finish, the eight cannons on the ship had already spat out intense flames.
Ke Mingye abruptly lifted his gaze, his sight piercing through the barrage of gunfire in that instant, scanning the nearby buildings.
The only high structure they could use was an abandoned Ferris wheel. If they could climb up that Ferris wheel, they should be able to get close to the Ghost Ship.
