The island was quite large, and standing on the beach, one could see vast jungles covering the entire island.
The terrorists had taken the passengers hostage and were hiding somewhere unknown.
She walked cautiously with each step, terrified that someone might open fire on her.
But if she gave up, Gong Ye's life would be in danger.
When she felt like her energy was about to run out, suddenly a large ship appeared ahead.
The ship was anchored about a hundred meters offshore, and someone disembarked, rowing a small dinghy toward the beach.
She quickly ran over, waving her hands, "Help, help!"
Gong Ye was right; he had said that someone would come to rescue them within three days.
Today was exactly the third day since the accident.
Soon, the dinghy stopped.
Two men and a woman disembarked and approached her.
Closer and closer...
The woman wore a gray coat and sunglasses, making her face indistinct.
But even from a distance, she looked familiar.
