Chapter Forty-One: Rescuing Chen Yanluo
BEEP BEEP BEEP...
With the blare of an alarm, the winch on the ship whirred to life, rapidly spinning as the chains were slowly retracted.
On the early morning sea, the fishing vessel floated in solitude, its hull gently rocking with the waves.
Divers surfaced, waving and making several hand signals to the crew operating the machinery.
The recovery operation proceeded in an orderly fashion.
Anderson stood on deck, calmly smoking. The morning sea breeze was cold and biting, yet Anderson wore only a thin coat.
Finally, the salvaged item broke the surface. A commotion erupted on deck as workers quickly gathered around.
Anderson, however, took a few steps back. He cast a cold glance, then withdrew it and turned towards the bow.
Standing at the bow, Anderson took out a satellite phone and forcefully flung his cigarette butt into the sea.
