The boss of a foreign organization called the police, claiming that he was defrauded by me

McTavish temporarily distanced himself from Riley and couldn't help complaining to others.

However, instead of gaining sympathy and empathy from others, he was met with a wave of ridicule.

Everyone laughed at him for still turning on the communicator, wondering if he was stupid!

And reminded him to turn off the communicator when he gets close next time. It's easy to tell that Riley won't say anything good.

McTavish chose to remain silent and said no more.

He realized that it was a wrong decision to vent his dissatisfaction to this group of people.

He seemed to have become their new target of ridicule, which made him feel helpless and frustrated.

So he chose to step aside and bear the emotion alone.

At present, he couldn't go to Riley yet. He had to let the sharp words in his mind disappear. He was really afraid that when he saw the boss, he would blurt out an indecent greeting: "I fucking greet you!"

This possibility is quite high, because his mind is full of such words.

With the exception of Riley, the others were mocked about the same number of times, an average of five or six times each, far less frequently than McTavish.

They were mainly searching for items, and in the last few hours, they were disturbing each other while searching.

Despite this, they never lost sight of their real goal - to find more.

Everyone is very competitive, not for any reward, but to show off in front of the boss and prove their strength.

Especially Price and Lan, as commanders, they have a strong desire to win and will never be willing to be inferior to others, even if it is just a boring game.

Since they decided to let Yang Xia be the referee, they didn't want to lose even more.

The already firm determination became even stronger. Everyone was competing secretly. Although it was not obvious, they all had some little thoughts hidden.

Aoi cunningly chose a good place, which was not unnoticed by others, but McTavish really didn't see it. He didn't care about it, it didn't matter where he went. But except for him, everyone else saw through Aoi's plan at a glance.

They didn't care about Aoi's exposed emotions.

Instead of talking about these, it is better to find more things. The final result will naturally prove everything.

Being cunning may give you some advantage, but it is not the key to winning or losing.

Aoi had obviously made preparations in advance, but everyone knew that some things could not be obtained just by preparation, such as patience and carefulness.

There was one thing they all tacitly did not mention.

Although the area chosen by Aoi was indeed very good, as it was where the US military suffered losses, the sea area was affected by tornadoes, tsunamis, and strange circles, and it could be said that it had undergone a thorough cleansing.

Everything in all areas has shifted, so no matter which area you choose, it's actually the same.

Unless you are extremely lucky, a lot of things happen to be concentrated in that area.

In all probability, everyone starts from the same starting point, and the area chosen is not the key to determining victory or defeat.

Aoi might be overthinking and overconfident. Others won't necessarily lose to her.

They agreed with what McTavish had just said, especially the sentence "Winning or losing is still uncertain".

However, McTavish was just speaking casually. He was betting on luck and didn't think too much about it. He also didn't understand why Aoi was so confident.

The agreed time soon arrived, and everyone loaded their finds onto fighter jets and warships.

Through the things that everyone collects, we can also see their respective habits and personalities.

For example, McTavish was careless and stuffed things into the cargo hold at random. If there was no room, he would just force it in without caring about arranging or organizing it.

Just put them as long as there is space, pile them up directly, and don't separate them according to size or type.

Because some things were not sorted, they were all moved in directly and placed in the cabin intact.

It's so densely packed and messy that it will be difficult to take it out later.

Price, Ying, Lan and others paid great attention to the placement of the items. They basically divided them, put the items of the same type and attributes together, and stacked them up in order of size. They made the most reasonable plan, so they could decorate as much as possible.

So their cargo hold was very tidy and there was no mess, which was in stark contrast to McTavish. After finishing the search, they took time to tidy it up. Although it took a little longer, the result was very satisfactory.

For example, Aoi, Fox Spirit, and Sandman also did a basic arrangement and sorting, but not as detailed as Price and his team. Their cargo hold was not as good as the best, but better than the worst. Because there were more things, it still looked a bit messy, but it was definitely much better than McTavish's.

As for Riley, he really didn't pack anything. He originally picked out relatively small parts and objects, and with everyone's ruthless and dedicated interference, in the end he picked up less than one-third of what others picked up.

After installing it, there was still a lot of extra space left.

Compared to other people’s packed warehouses, his looked a little desolate.

Still, Riley felt somewhat satisfied.

He had experienced being besieged by nearly nine people countless times, and even in such difficult situations, he still got some of what he wanted.

Especially what I got from Sandmann is worth a lot.

Maybe he really has a chance to win first place, and this is not a fantasy.

Riley felt angry and wanted to laugh when he thought of McTavish, especially the things he picked up. There was everything, and because there was no selection, there was really no method.

There were even some strange things sandwiched in there, like an unknown shoe that looked more like something worn by medieval pirates, and had a lot of archaeological significance.

However, this has nothing to do with the content of their game. Riley is sure that Yang Xia would not be interested in the smelly shoes of an ancient person.

"That idiot!" Riley cursed in his heart, "If he has the time to bother me, he might as well spend more time picking up things! With the way he plays, it would be strange if he doesn't come last! Did he really think a miracle would happen? Aoi targeted that sea area from the beginning, so he was more or less prepared. And Price and the others, they should not be underestimated! But I won't lose to them either."

Looking at the warehouse that was half full of things, Riley felt relieved and moved.

It was really not easy. The whole game was full of unfair and unprincipled vicious competition, even a one-on-nine team with no bottom line! He actually managed to keep so many good things. It was really not easy!

Yes, it is not an exaggeration to use the word "preserve". Some of these things were really preserved with great effort and every possible means of hiding.

Later, McTavish basically followed him like a little tail that could not be shaken off.

If McTavish set his eyes on something, he would do whatever it took, using any despicable means.

Riley felt extremely sad and was crying. It was not easy.

However, the things he picked up are basically helpful in forging new weapons, and I believe many people pick them up with this purpose in mind.

Except for one person, of course—McTavish needed no preparation.

As soon as the time was up, he returned to the warship.

Since there were two fighter jets parked there, one belonging to Price and the other to Lan, and they were still sorting out their things, McTavish couldn't leave immediately and could only wait there.

Ten minutes passed, half an hour passed, and an hour passed... McTavish could no longer sit still. He wandered around almost every corner of the warship, feeling a bit bored. He wanted to go back immediately, but he was too embarrassed to rush them, so he could only ask politely, "How long will it take? Have you packed up? Let's go back early! It's getting late, let's go back and eat first! I'm so hungry!"

After he finished speaking, his stomach rumbled a few times, and the sounds were quite loud. He was indeed very hungry.

"Wait, I'll be ready soon! Give me some more time!" Price and Lan didn't have time to talk much. They simply responded and started to immerse themselves in sorting things again. Poor McTavish got a perfunctory response and didn't know when he would be ready.

There is no exact time, it could be half an hour, an hour, or even longer.

He could only sit in the driver's seat and kill time in boredom.

Five minutes passed quietly.
Half an hour passed in a flash.
An hour has passed!
He could no longer suppress his inner anxiety.
He stood up and wandered around his seat.

He paced back and forth without stopping.

The rest of the fighters and warships had already set off.

They are the only ones who are stuck here.

Time seems so long and boring.

In the blink of an eye, it was already dusk.

The sun slowly sets in the west,

The sky is filled with gorgeous red clouds.

The red clouds formed a different picture. The afterglow of the setting sun penetrated the clouds and fell on the sea, and the water surface was also dyed with the same color.

Although the scenery is beautiful, it loses its novelty after looking at it for a long time.

McTavish was in this state of mind.

Just as he was about to ask again, Price and Lan finally finished the job at hand.

"I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting."

"Now that everything is ready, let's go!"

The two men finished their work almost at the same time, and after putting down their tasks, they discovered that there was no one on the sea, except for a warship and two fighter jets on top of it.

They didn't even remember when the others left, they just remembered that there seemed to be a few words of farewell.

At 7 o'clock that evening, the special task force and the members of the Black Rose Women's Special Operations Team gathered in the hall. In fact, everyone returned at around 6 o'clock, but it took a lot of time to transport their belongings back to the base warehouse.

They didn't even have time to take care of dinner. They simply ate some rice balls, hamburgers and Coke while cleaning up, and finished their meal in a hurry.

As for the sumptuous meal, they planned to wait until after the victory to enjoy a midnight snack.

On the other side, Yang Xia was still studying the drawings of the electromagnetic pulse missile in the room.

He has almost finished reading it and plans to start making it tomorrow morning.

However, he suddenly received a message from Price, inviting him to serve as a referee.

"Referee? What's this for?"

"Weren't we asked them to clean up the sea? I wonder what they brought back."

"It would be best if it were some usable materials, which would also save some material costs."

"The rare materials in the system are too expensive, ready-made ones are better!"

Yang Xia thought secretly in his heart and finally walked out of the room.

He hadn't left the room for a long time. Ever since he got the blueprints for the new weapon, he had devoted almost all his time to research.

Apart from the necessary time for eating, sleeping and washing, he spent most of his time on research.

Although he was confused now and didn't know what they were going to do,
But the information did not provide details.

Just let him go over and serve as the referee.

"Boss, you are finally here!"

"Long time no see, I really missed you!"

"How is the preparation of the new weapon going?"

As soon as McTavish saw Yang Xia, he quickly went up to him, his face full of flattery.

This sense of disharmony made everyone feel uncomfortable, especially his burly figure formed a sharp contrast with his tender expression.

Not only Yang Xia, but everyone else was disgusted by his performance.

"Why are you doing this? Stay away from me!"

"Don't be so disgusting!"

Yang Xia expressed his rejection and discomfort bluntly.

McTavish did this because he was scared and didn't want to be besieged by nine people again.

That feeling is really uncomfortable!

"I'm sorry, Boss, I was wrong!"

"I won't dare to joke with you again!"

"Just forgive me!"

McTavish looked extremely miserable, with a little blue on his forehead, obviously he had been beaten badly before. Yang Xia then took a closer look at McTavish.
"It's really miserable."

"My skin is so thick, and the swelling hasn't gone down yet."

"It seems that Price and his team have put in a lot of effort!"

"Well done!"

Yang Xia secretly admired in his heart, but looked serious on the surface.

"Let's just turn the page on what happened last time!"

"You have to be more careful about what you say in the future. You have to have a clear idea of ​​what you should and shouldn't say."

"otherwise……"

Yang Xia's mouth curled up into an unfathomable smile, let's call it a smile. However, the strange curve of the corner of his mouth and the gleam of light in his eyes made people feel cold in their hearts. Even the rough-lined McTavish caught the hidden meaning in Yang Xia's words.

In other words, if it happens again, the consequences will be disastrous!
McTavish nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice, afraid that Yang Xia couldn't see his statement. He muttered to himself, "The boss is too deep! I thought he was a good person to talk to, but it was all an illusion. I was too naive... I must be careful next time, at least I can't say it out loud!"

McTavish couldn't keep his thoughts to himself. Most of the time, his face showed what he was thinking. Anyone who was not blind could see through his mind.

This time was no exception, but perhaps out of instinctive fear, McTavish lowered his head unconsciously, hiding all his expressions in the shadows, and no one noticed. (End of this chapter)