The wind grew stronger, and even the dunship began to sway.
Sister Zhu had joined her colleagues in law enforcement on the river a decade ago, and back then when the traffic on land was inconvenient, they mainly relied on the unit's transport boats for commuting and enforcement, so this degree of swaying meant nothing to her.
Han Xiangning had not only practiced on the river during her school days but had even gone out to sea on the school's training ship, feeling unaffected all the same.
Zhang Lan was a total landlubber, who couldn't even swim, and how could she endure such swaying? She felt dizzy and as uncomfortable as if she had a high fever.
Embarrassed to head to the Criminal Investigation Fourth Squad like this and unable to sleep either, she simply laid down on the operations desk in the Command and Dispatch Room, pinching her temples, and listened to the radio conversations along with Sister Zhu and Han Xiangning.
