Clear sky over the sea, several small flying devices glided from low altitude, stirring the sea's ripples, then hovered above the water. In one of the flying devices' bridges, an information officer looked toward the distant dark stormy sky and measured the data on the weather radar, then spoke.
"Less than 200 nautical miles from the doomsday cyclone, no target found in the area."
Thud, thud, thud.
Chen Yanshu quickly stepped to the main window, gazing solemnly over the sea in front, a few shades of dark anger in his eyes.
Beside him stood a young man wearing a hood, with sharp eyes, who spoke in a low voice at this moment: "No death trail, that group should be heading north. With their methods, they have quite a bit of assurance to deal with the doomsday storm. It looks like they plan to go to Hawaii and then turn towards the South American continent."
After finishing, he glanced at Chen Yanshu's gloomy face: "Your dark gear, it should not be recoverable."
