"What do we do now?"
A group of people looked at the vast ocean and panicked.
The cruise ship was 120 meters long and nearly 20 meters wide, drifting on the sea like a lonely island, yet it couldn't provide any sense of security. They had searched the entire cruise ship. Except for the still-operating electrical equipment, there were no hints, no food, no communication devices, and not even items like knives and forks had been left behind. The control systems in the cockpit were all sealed off with specially made steel plates. Apart from staring blankly, the gamers on the cruise ship couldn't do anything.
Seeing the panicked crowd, Barton's irritation grew, and he shouted, "Shut up!"
Aboard the ship, apart from Barton's small group of mercenaries, Dean, and his companion, everyone else was, in reality, an independent individual. They weren't united at all; furthermore, Barton and his men wielded intimidating force.
