Kapitel 611: The Phantoms of North America!

Near the inland river, the team that was nicknamed "The Phantoms of North America" silently crossed the waters and sneaked their way onto the northern bank of Rozhok.

"Hey! Did you hear that? I think there's a fight going on at the other end of town."

"Hmph! Let's leave them at it. We're only here for the airdrop crate."

"Yup. I have a hunch that the circle will most likely refresh at the north of the river."

The players of Ghost were talking among each other while they sneaked into town and reached a point not far from the airdrop crate.

They had been wrong in guessing that IG would be pursuing their grudge against 4AM instead of going for the crate.

The crate was dropped near the center of Rozhok, and Ghost was a lot closer to it than IG was.

On top of that, IG constantly kept an eye out for sneak attacks from 4AM as they made their way down the high slope.