Mexico.
West Coast.
On the island.
The Marlowe brothers were elated.
Jars, on the other hand, was in agony.
With such intense vibrations, it was evident that the devoted fighters on the surface were unlikely to survive. Going out there meant certain death, and as for escaping by sea? Ha, it was obvious that wouldn't work.
Fortunately,
the base had an emergency escape tunnel.
Although it couldn't safely evacuate everyone, it was enough to get the management of the experimental base out. This kind of secret base was designed with situations in mind where both land and sea routes were blocked.
"Your people?"
Jars looked at Marlo.
Marlo grinned, "Yes."
Upon hearing this,
Jars squinted his eyes: "Who?"
"The ones who want all of you dead." Marlo had no idea who it was. At this moment, if he wanted to live a bit longer, he had to outwit Jars. If he said he didn't know, it was a certainty that he would be killed the next second.
Claim to know.
