Chapter 529: The Emergence of the Black Scorpion Organization

A Navy elite set up torpedoes, while two others laid booby traps. Solomon Santee wasn't sitting around either. He cast a glance over the vast ocean, slung his sniper rifle over his shoulder, and sprinted towards the Norwegian princess and her entourage. His eyes quickly scanned the ground. About twenty minutes later, Solomon sprinted back to the shore, but this time, he had two dried moths in his hands. "Ah, I see," he murmured, squinting at the moths. In the world, the most sensitive sense of smell...