The Plane’s Damaged

The outdoor temperature now was around 10 degrees Celsius. It was a cold feeling as the seawater hit the legs. When the seawater gradually covered his head, Chen Fan leaned his body forward and swam toward the electric eel that was nearby.

At the hideout, the electric eel gently raised the ironclad so that its hatch was above the water. After Chen Fan slipped inside, it fastened the hatch again and dived underwater before tightening the toy-like valve. 　　

What did it feel like laying on the mountain of boxes filled with USD? It would be a lie to say that one was not excited, but the dark enclosed cabin diluted much of the excitement.

After three hours and 15 minutes, the electric eel, as if on steroids, found its way to the seaside of the Virgin Islands.