Chen Ke stopped on the deck. Previously, three planes had already fallen, and Conrad's Night Cat operation had dispatched a total of six B52s. If this sea area was reasonable enough, would the barrier disappear after all six bombers crashed?
A drizzle began to fall, and the waves grew turbulent. It was unclear whether this was part of the barrier or simply bad luck, encountering poor weather.
A sudden burst of automatic rifle fire jerked Chen Ke back to reality. Continuous and chaotic gunshots emanated from the crew's quarters below, indicating a fierce battle was underway.
Chen Ke glanced below the deck and saw crew members holding guns, firing incessantly in a certain direction. He furrowed his brow; perhaps it was Conrad's son who had appeared again.
