Bab 364: Chapter 362: Picking Up the Goods

"On fire?"

On deck, a man dressed in a black combat suit put down his binoculars, touching his chin and deeply furrowing his brow.

The blaze from the shipyard in the dark night was visible even from half a nautical mile away, and it was still raining, although much less heavily, which was enough to prove the fierceness of the fire across. Through the binoculars, one could even make out the figures fleeing in the light of the flames.

Today was the day agreed upon by both parties for the final transaction, but it seemed there might have been a little accident?

"A bunch of incompetents, how could they be reliable."

The man's subordinate snorted coldly beside him, clearly looking down on these bumpkins, but the man raised his arm, quietly hushing, stopping the other's next words while spreading his open palm, and a satellite phone was immediately passed to him.