Chapter 291
Chapter 291 Episode 036 Why You’re Not The One Who Died (8)
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In the sea, exhausting all of your strength means certain death.
No one can handle that responsibility.
"Brother, we’ll only stay a few minutes." Rowdy Brightwill swam in front of him. Nathan Foster remembered that voice, but it wasn’t the usual light and playful tone. It was serious and laden with a somber undertone.
Everyone knew the risk of diving back into the sea.
But, they had a reason to do it.
Nathan Foster wanted to yell at them to go back, but when he lifted his eyes, he was met with four sets of identical, resolute eyes.
Unwavering, unshakeable determination.
Rain continued to fall from the sky, obscuring part of their vision. Yet, even through the blurred view, he could see their determined expressions clearly. It was a look that was impossible to dissuade, they had made all their preparations, and any attempts to stop them would be futile.
"Nathan, we have to save them."
At that moment, a voice from the side reminded Nathan, knocking down his last defenses.
Yes, saving people was the priority.
After hesitating for two seconds, Nathan finally moved his gaze, silently confirming his acceptance. Then he shouted to his team, "Meet back here in twenty minutes!"
The waves were raging, and a massive one crashed down in the distance, water flying into the air. The violent scene was like a mass of blood splattering everywhere, but within the blink of an eye, calm was restored.
The afterwaves spread in all directions, pushing the team a certain distance away even before they started moving.
Flossie Wright and the others, without any hesitation, began diving into the water after exchanging a quick look, searching for their target.
On the way here, Janice Wood had described the basic characteristics of James Wood to them, highlighting some distinct features so they could quickly identify him.
His most distinct feature was—a deformed palm.
The vast ocean made finding someone far more difficult than one might think.
Those on the submarine had already jumped ship, but strong winds had smacked them into the water. The lucky ones could grab onto something and float on the sea surface, but the unlucky ones might have been knocked to the ocean floor, tens of meters deep, with no chance of survival. Even some that had been swept far away. In such harsh conditions, they could only rely on manpower to search, and their limited time and range meant that they might not reach those who were still alive in time.
The sky overhead was always gloomy, and even their normal range of vision was limited. Visibility underwater was even worse, only one or two meters, and even with a diving lamp, they couldn’t see far.
It was cold underwater, and Flossie barely had any equipment. She was agile when swimming, but the cold gradually sapped her body heat. If she weren’t actively diving, her limbs might have already become rigid.
Flossie had limited experience in rescue, but she was a seasoned diver. She followed the water current while searching for people, not knowing how far or long she’d swam. When she’d used up all the air in her tank, she still held her breath and swam for a few more minutes until she was sure she couldn’t go on. Then she swam to the surface, frowning.
But just as she broke the surface, gasping for fresh air, she heard Rowdy Brightwill’s voice coming from somewhere.
"Flossie, dive down—quick—"
— End of Chapter 291 —