As time drew nearer and the Fireball came closer, the uneasiness in Sorov's heart became increasingly intense.
This feeling arose from deep within, yet he found it elusive.
He did not understand why he felt this way; could it be that something unexpected might happen?
Could it be that those guys hadn't really left?
Or had they truly prepared some sort of backup plan?
For a brief moment, he felt somewhat anxious, but when he raised his head to look at the returning capsule that was continuously coming closer and enlarging in view, he gritted his teeth without giving any response.
He believed that as soon as that thing fell, they would definitely seize it with precision the very first moment.
As for worrying about whether it would fall directly onto his ship and damage it?
Evidently, he hadn't considered this.
After all, once the returning capsule reached a certain altitude, it would definitely deploy its parachute.
