Of course, Link didn't think so.

He is the person here who knows the most about the wall of thick fog. The plan for the big ship is just a lucky draw and a try.

The huge torch became dimmer and dimmer, and only a small hazy ball of fire was rendered in the depths of the thick fog, but the fire seemed to be covered with a layer of gray and weak.

Boom!

With a loud noise, everyone's hearts jumped.

Crunch!

Amid the harsh metal twists and frictions, the torch's light spot stopped moving forward and swayed slightly.

Then there was a constant creaking sound, and the light spots gradually approached the water surface, and everyone's hearts sank.

A few minutes later, the flames quickly expanded on the water surface and disappeared quickly.

Everyone was speechless.

This is the case where the oil deliberately left on the torch leaks out and then burns on the water.

There is no doubt that the ore sand ship has completely submerged into the water.

The big ship plan failed.

Link looked at the deep and dark foggy lake and breathed a sigh of relief: "The expert group stayed and continued to observe until dawn, and the guards were ready to protect the attack. Let's... go back."

Betty picked up the intercom, passed the order down, and turned the speedboat back to the previous small dock.

The two of them sat on the Harley Motorcycle again and returned to the south.

This time, Betty, who was sitting behind, became much quieter, but his hands were tighter on the Slayer Armor.

Back at the Berkeley team training camp, she got out of the car and took two steps and suddenly turned around: "Can we really escape?"

Harley Motorcycle, who had just turned halfway, stopped, and Link turned his head and stared at her: "If I said, I didn't think that the big ship plan was successful at the beginning, would you believe it?"

Betty breathed a sigh of relief: "I believe it."

Link: "Then don't relax, we still have a lot to do."

Betty hesitated: "Do you want to have a cup of coffee before leaving?"

The throttle was twisted, and Harley turned around: "I'm in good spirits and don't need to drink coffee."

Betty: ╭(﹀_﹀”)╮Is this a question of whether you are mentally good? Are you the legendary great magician!

After being stunned for a while, she felt confused and could only return to her small building, aiming at the sandbag and punching her: "Ahhhhh! Men are going to die! Ahhhhhhhh!"

The faint angrily yelled loudly, causing the two female guards guarding the gate to shrink their necks: "What's wrong with Captain?"

"The body is not very smooth."

“Where is not clear?”

"I don't know, but you should know who was creaking in the upper bunk yesterday."

"roll!"

Link was not really depressed at this moment.

These were three strikes on highways, railways, and planes, and now they were just a fork on ships.

There are not shortcuts in this world.

If there is no ready-made opportunity, then create opportunities and solve problems.

Could it be that the gang members in the city used burning, killing, looting and venting their fear before their death? He had no interest, and there was no need for this.

If you want to die, you have to die on the way to escape, rather than waiting for monsters and black roots to siege.

Harley Motorcycle continued to head south and headed straight to the monster circle outside.

...

On July 29, 2019, at 3 a.m., the weather continued to be cloudy.

The yoga teacher was so tired, but Link did not end the exercise as usual.

Tired, she finally spoke: "Did you... have you encountered some difficulties?"

Link: "Did you see it?"

Delia rolled her eyes: "I used to be able to sleep after two o'clock."

Link was speechless for a moment and decided to change the topic. Otherwise, what should the yoga teacher do if he suddenly strikes: "The tower crane near the wall of thick fog has been built. After multiple tests, the expert team judged that its thickness was at least ten kilometers. It is impossible to rush out directly."

After a pause, he continued, "In addition, I have traveled all over the Chicago area these days, and there are no monsters in the circle where the most dense monsters are."

Regarding the distribution of monsters in Chicago, the core layer is all insiders. Delia and Camilla, who are in charge of the women and children's camps, naturally also know the existence of the monster circle.

Delia was stunned and then understood: "But do you need monster corpses? In the city, I heard from the female team members who came into the city to help save people that many monsters will appear in the city every day."

Link sighed: "Two or three hundred monsters appear in a day, which is indeed a lot for ordinary people."

Delia was silent.

She had seen Link killing ogres, just like shooting balloons in the amusement park, they had to be the kind of guns pressed against the balloon.

Two or three hundred heads, I'm afraid it's not enough for his half-hour workload.

"Then, increase the acquisition efforts?" she asked tentatively.

It is difficult for him to travel throughout the Greater Chicago area in one day. It is a good idea to rely on team acquisitions. Anyway, the harvest in the port area has made the team eat a little too much.

Link rubbed his left finger through the round and warm skin and shook his head: "This is not a key issue."

Delia reached out and pressed her finger: "What's the problem?"

Link pressed down with his right hand to help the teacher complete the exercise of lowering his waist: "Woodstock suffered two attacks here, killing more than 3,000 monsters in total, and this is at least two-fifths of the monster circle."

Delia struggled barely, and found that she was unable to fight, so she could only continue to think about her work.

She has been doing management statistics these days and is quite sensitive to numbers.

Just after calculating, she contacted him before and said that she had cleaned up the monsters, and she was also a little surprised: "Most monsters gathered in this circle, only eight thousand... or nine thousand?"

Link couldn't help but clap his hands: "That's it. Apart from the missing ones, there are those scattered inside and outside the circle, the number of monster circles is not yet reached eight thousand."

Delia only felt a pain in her big muscles and glared at him dissatisfiedly: "Other forces... no, no, most forces will not specifically clear out monsters, and they will definitely get us here for ammunition and medicine after clearing out. So, are there really fewer monsters?"

Link's eyes flashed: "Based on previous information, the expert team estimated that the number of monsters in the entire Greater Chicago area would be at least 50,000, or more than 100,000."

Delia gasped: "That is to say, tens of thousands of monsters have disappeared?"

Link also took a breath and was silent for a moment before he arrived: "Yes, so he had to find them out. Otherwise, the dog-headed governor would have another wave of people, and tens of thousands of ogres would be pressed over, and the number of human deaths would be large."

Delia understood what was under his pressure, sighed inwardly, reached out and put his head in front of her chest: "Don't be too nervous, maybe things aren't that bad."

Link stood up helplessly: "I hope so, but I must work harder."

Delia's body trembled and her hands tightened: "Bastard, be gentle, I'm not a monster!"

Link: "But you have awakened and your physical fitness has been much stronger. Now you can last for two hours of exercise."

Delia gritted her teeth and trembled: "I knew that when you asked me if I wanted to become stronger, I didn't think of good things."
Chapter completed!