Guidelines for Improper Use of Magical Peripherals

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Chapter 155 Rescue Team

16 minutes after the Sventovite capsized.

Since the storm outside had weakened a lot at this time, the fierce typhoon seemed to be wiped off the map suddenly. Only a sparse drizzle was left mixed with the roar of the waves.

At this time, some tourists had gone through numerous difficulties to find the inflatable lifeboat. The orange-red fluorescent lifeboats floated on the sea in twos and threes, and were crowded with exhausted, wet men, women and children.

Regardless of whether their status is noble or powerful on weekdays, everyone still shows sadness and pain in the face of an irresistible disaster.

Of course, there are still hundreds of people gathered on the top of the cruise ship, the bottom of the ship exposed above the sea level. The bottom is covered with all kinds of slippery algae and plankton, and one or two small animals will jump out from time to time to scare everyone. There are also children who accidentally lose their balance and slide down and fall into the sea, and the rescuers are busy again.

Eight ineffective gravity constant devices appeared around the bottom of the cruise ship. These machines had stopped working long ago. After all, all the power supply inside the cruise ship had stopped.

Because the ocean water was too cold at the end of October, some people who were not good at swimming did not dare to jump in, so some lifeboats nearby were still empty with a few people sitting on them. They wanted to escape here quickly but also wanted to save a few more people before leaving.

At this time, a team of people climbed out of the opened manhole cover, and the leader shouted: "Miller! Miller, come quickly, there is another unconscious person!"

"I'll be there soon, Thomas." Miller Hamis, an American guy who was squatting next to a patient with a broken arm, slapped the patient several times and ran to check on the new group of refugees.

After carefully checking the team of more than 20 people and treating some of their fatal injuries, he sighed with some disappointment.

His Italian friend Sirio, whom he met on the ship this time, hugged his shoulders.

"Hey, brother, why do you look unhappy? Be happy, we are all alive."

"Yeah..." Miller pursed his lips, with a trace of worry in his lake green eyes, "Silio, have you seen a girl with brown hair and blue eyes? She is a year or two older than us, Japanese..." Silio

, who is also a high school boy, immediately laughed strangely: "Why? Do you like her?"

"Why are you so dirty, you pervert?" Miller looked down on him speechlessly, "I'm just a little worried about her escape process."

The Italian laughed awkwardly and raised his hand to hit his shoulder.

At this moment, there was a sound of something flapping in the sky.

Many people looked up and found that a huge petrel like an airplane had emerged from behind the thin dark clouds!

The petrel was snow-white, with a circle of fine black hair around its wings. The bird looked proud and courageous, and its pair of dark eyes were full of spirituality.