Only Oda, the old Japanese devil who had jumped from the plane, was falling so rapidly that he had no time to spare for his surroundings. By the time he managed to adjust his angle and prepare to deploy his parachute, he was a mere sixty or seventy meters above the surface.
The night sea was far from calm; wave after wave rose four or five meters high. Because Oda’s descent was so fast, his parachute could not break his fall, and he slammed directly into the sea. He lost consciousness instantly; once his body sank, there was little hope of survival. In these deep waters, sharks were common, and the scent of blood would surely draw a swarm of them to feast on the old devil.
Meanwhile, back at the airfield, the old devil Matsui Iwane finally understood where Lin Feng’s confidence came from.
Chapter 549