Late at night.

In a mid-mountain villa, a black stretched Lincoln sedan drove slowly around the winding mountain road.

The rockery with a small bridge and flowing water is lined with koi fish ponds with beautiful water quality.

Wearing black leather shoes and neat suits, the family and the mediocre people consciously stopped and looked at the guests as a sign of politeness.

The slender legs walked through the porch and finally came to the tea room.

The man with a tall nose and a cold face nodded slightly to the protagonist inside, and then walked in and took out a few high-definition photos from his clothes pocket.

The photo is the helicopter that fled in Vietnam.

The protagonist is an elderly man in his fifties, with deep crow's feet, and his appearance is very well maintained, and there is not much difference between him and a man in his forties.

The man bowed politely, then took a step back and stood by for orders.

The old gentleman's gaze slowly fell on the photos, and he gently opened the photos with his hand, which were a few key shots.

The first scene is the commotion at the port dock, and the man disguised as Old Man Mo is sniped and falls in a pool of blood.

The second act is a photo of the other party escaping in a helicopter.

In the third scene, Chen Dong ventured into the capture of the pickup truck under the encirclement and suppression of the police.

The last photo is the back of Sun Yuan at the port of Kunlun Island.

After reading it, the old gentleman took a slow breath, took a sip of tea very calmly, and then picked up the phone next to him and dialed it out.

The familiar voice spoke.

If Dong Ergou or anyone else, including Chen Dong and others, heard it, they would be shocked.

All these years have passed, but it still bears a striking resemblance to the tape.

"Who did it?"

The old gentleman's tone was very light, and there was no reproachful tone at all.

Just the man in a suit standing next to him, his head bowed with a slight choked throat, although this sentence was not asking himself.

But the man knew the character of the protagonist very well, and he also knew that if this happened, I was afraid that someone would suffer.

The reply on the phone made the old gentleman vaguely dissatisfied, and his forehead couldn't help wrinkling.

The old gentleman squinted his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "I am disappointed with this shot!"

Let's talk about it.

With a beep, he hung up the phone.

The old gentleman rubbed his head vigorously, and the situation had reached this point, and he had begun to walk towards the edge of losing control.

In fact, he already has a candidate in mind.

I know that it is very likely that it was the hands of those few people, after all, something has already shown signs.

The old gentleman sat there silent, as if thinking about something.

The room was quiet, so quiet that he could hear the murmuring of water outside the window, and he vaguely smelled the subtle changes in the pattern.

This time, someone wants to break the old and present situation.

It's going to be a big purge.

The loser will pay a heavy price, even with their lives.

Long.

Ten minutes later, like more, the old gentleman pulled out a black notebook from a drawer.

Then silently write the date on it, and a line of words.

"There are already people who can't bear it, and desire and ambition can really change a person. ”

……

The sound of the crashing waves.

On Kunlun Island.

Sun Yuan sat very lonely on the shore, looking at the empty fishing boats tied to the dock of the B&B in the distance.

The police have already arrived on the island, and there is a lot of movement.

The people of that village don't know when they disappeared, and now the police are going from house to house to conduct a thorough investigation.

I'm afraid that it won't be long before I find my side.

Sun Yuan knew very well that he had no chance of winning, unless he escaped to hide in the jungle of several islands next door, but he went to that kind of ghost place once and turned back directly.

Too many snakes and other creatures, these hide in the shadows of the danger.

He often inadvertently takes his own life, and he would rather take other risks than others.

He silently looked at the dark sea, once upon a time, he was such a person.

Wandering around, there is no place to stay.

I never knew what was going to happen tomorrow, or even where I was.

During his years in Whitewater Mountain, he met a lot of people and did a lot of crazy things, including some actions that made the locals worship crazy gods.

Many people feel that they are capable and willing to deal with them.

But in fact, few people know that everything he does is actually not sure.

Every adventure is risk-free.

It's just that it seems that the luck is good, and they all survived unharmed.

For the sake of money, he worked hard for people for a period of time, and also enjoyed a period of drunken money.

Thinking of this, Sun Yuan had a playful and funny smile on the corner of his mouth, and muttered to himself: "Lao Tzu has not lived in vain in this life. ”

He licked his lips, naturally no one knew, the money he earned was used in addition to buying expensive collections.

also spent tens of millions to sleep with a woman that a man dreams of.

Sun Yuan took a deep breath, and then picked up the two big bags next to him, which were filled with food and drinking water, as well as various necessary supplies for survival in the wild and wandering at sea.

In this way, he walked step by step towards several fishing boats tied to the shore of the beach.

His gaze swept over the fishing boats for the past few days.

In the end, I chose a stronger, larger, and more stable one as my own sea drifting tool.

He had already checked the direction of the sea here, and if he was lucky, he could drift directly down the waves to several nearby countries.

Of course, the premise is that the road is smooth.

There were no storms or anything sinister.

He swallowed hard, then resolutely untied the rope that held the boat to it.

These fishing boats are small sailboats that can be moved by the oars of the engine on the one hand, and propelled by canvas on the other.

Fortunately, he has also played sailing and surfing, so he is still relatively proficient in his movements, and using the wind to drive is considered an entry.

Sun Yuan didn't start the engine because the oil in it was limited.

He lifted the canvas directly, adjusted his direction with the waves and breeze, and slowly moved away from the island.

Time pale at this moment.

Because once you embark on this journey, no one knows where the destination will be.

I don't know how many days it will float, but the water source and physical objects he has prepared, and even the tools to collect rainwater, can theoretically last for more than ten days.

But in the event of a storm, the ship may not be able to withstand the impact of the waves.

Sun Yuan sat on the boat like this, watching Kunlun Island drift away, and finally turned into a small black dot.

That's his choice.

Your own life must be grasped by yourself, and whether you can survive or not depends on God's destiny!

The night is long and indefinite, and by the dawn it is like a whole century has passed.