The Celtic Wanderer had burned up all its fuel.
With the fuel exhausted, the ship would lose speed. No matter how powerful the agents or soldiers, or how high-ranking the officials, in the ocean, they were just a lone leaf adrift.
Now, everyone on the ship had become lambs awaiting slaughter.
Not everyone on the ship was a combatant, but they all knew the importance of this transport mission—
Stopping a ship transporting crucial cargo would have obvious dire consequences.
Clint walked briskly toward the deck and sensed the nervousness of the young agent behind him, whose hand trembled as he grasped his gun. He stopped and spoke earnestly:
"Relax, tension leads to gun misfires. Recall what you learned at the academy, relax your muscles."
"Alright..." The young agent took a deep breath. "Who are those people? How can they mobilize the Navy of Mei Country?"