A single mortar shell couldn't possibly hit a small boat drifting 3 kilometers away with such precision. No one has that kind of luck.
But when the explosive shell detonated less than 50 meters from the boat, Zhou Qin and the man on board were both startled.
The man hadn't reacted yet; he just frowned and asked:
"Have their shells deviated over here?"
"If they can't even control basic shelling directions, they're probably almost all dead, right?"
Zhou Qin was stunned by his words and looked at the man beside him incredulously, his gaze first puzzled, then changing to a peculiar sense of pity.
Indeed.
This "Supervisor" beside him still hadn't understood what was truly happening.
His arrogance as a superior has deeply corroded him, making him overlook the obvious truth before his eyes.
All dead?
Perhaps they're all dead indeed.
But the dead are definitely the monsters.
Haven't you noticed that on this silent night, the howls of monsters have already disappeared?
