Just as Xi Xi's figure emerged from the shelter of the ruins, the abyss on the submarine side seemed to be completely ignited...
"God bless us, it came so easily, the encirclement is complete!" A sharp female voice rang out from one of Clinton's submarines, slightly hoarse and broken.
"Prepare the submarine attack team! Water crossbow array locks onto the target!"
The moment the order was given, dozens of smaller, extremely streamlined enemy boats in the encirclement below, like sharks smelling blood, silently slid open their hull armor.
Groups of neatly dressed people swarmed over, and rows of complex underwater crossbows, gleaming with a cold light, were aimed at the Xi family's RV.
The ballista was even more magnificent than the crossbow bolts, its muzzle radiating a powerful energy.
However, at that moment, a deeper, slower male voice suddenly came from the water through a loudspeaker.
His voice carried a condescending indifference; each syllable was like a heavy boulder, crushing the nerve endings of everyone present.
“X11… I’ve heard so much about you.” The voice was flat, yet it carried a suffocating pressure. “You have indeed taken the lead. Unfortunately, in this race, the finish line will be decided by Clinton.”
“That’s Lord Clinton, Roscoe Clinton,” Mr. Cheng said solemnly to Mr. and Mrs. Xi beside him.
He was very familiar with the voice.
These foreigners can't seem to shake their foolish habit of naming things after themselves. Previously, Cheng Xu had almost effortlessly deduced Clinton's behind-the-scenes boss position by exploiting a bug in the competition.
“X11… your name is Xi Xi, right? If you know what’s good for you, just surrender!” The female voice followed closely behind, sharp as the friction of metal. “Give up resistance. This is your only… and last shred of dignity.”
Knowing that the person could be on the same wavelength as Clinton's lord, Cheng's father knew perfectly well that this must be the executive Serene Ai mentioned in the public chat.
Mr. Xi's face was somewhat stiff, as if he was still racking his brains for a solution.
At the same time, Cheng's mother had already decisively set up a shield wall.
“Stubborn to the end.” Lord Clinton’s voice was flat, as if stating a predetermined fact. “End it.”
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