A yacht was docked at the tail of the ladder that had not yet been recovered, and twenty or thirty men in black came up along the path that Xiaomeng had walked.

Meng crouched quietly at the bottom of the railing, listening to the footsteps on the stairs.

Knock knock, these men in black ran quickly, not realizing the slightest hint of death.

According to the distance of the voice, Xiaomeng judged the direction of the person in the front. When she realized that the first person had already walked nine-tenths of the way up the ladder, she suddenly stood up, pointed her loaded machine gun at the crowd, and continued to pull the trigger, shooting at the black security guards who were coming straight up.

Those who walked on the ladder made of aluminum alloy were like leeks, harvested by bullets in waves and fell into the sea. The first one of them, his entire body had been swept to pieces, his severed limbs and stumps flew into the sky, and blood was sprinkled all over the ocean, looking really miserable.

The sea beneath the ladder was quickly stained red with blood. A group of unknown fish, gathered together, happily eating.

The people walking at the tail saw a figure suddenly standing up on the cruise ship, and instinctively felt that something was wrong, and after seeing the person in front of them die quickly, they wanted to run back, trying to break free from the arms of death. But the speed at which the people fell was so fast that the people who turned back and fled had not even taken a few steps before the bullets fired from the machine guns had already turned their backs into a hornet's nest.

The yacht that came first to support was annihilated by Xiaomeng alone. She threw her machine gun aside and followed the forty-five-degree ladder to the yacht. Her ears were buzzing all the time, a clear reminder that the alarm hadn't been lifted, that the danger was still going on, and that she needed to get out of this place as soon as possible.

Xiaomeng's brain doesn't store any knowledge about driving a yacht, but that doesn't stop her from trying. She tinkered with every button on the control board, and based on the movements of the yacht, she guessed the function of 80 percent of the buttons on the control board.

She did not dare to move closer to the shore, for it was from the shore that she had been transported, and it was clear that there would be more enemies there.

She restored all the buttons to their original appearance, then started the engine, controlled the direction of the yacht, and headed deeper into the sea.

Moe escapes from Bezier Island on a yacht, and the rest of the island isn't so lucky.

When the gunfire rang out, on the white yacht that surrounded the golden cruise ship, the screams of women pierced the sky. People don't know what happened, but it's undoubtedly certain that death is on their side. Panic, fear raged through the crowd, causing her or him to widen his or her eyes and look at the place where the gunshots were heard, trembling helplessly.

On these yachts, there are always one or two people who have come to their senses quickly. They steered the yacht and roared and drove away from the golden cruise ship.

That's where the chaos began. When there is a yacht's motor that sounds, someone follows suit. The security guards who had driven the yacht into the sea had already left the place where these ecstasies were in a flat boat, so the people on the yacht were all ordinary land passengers.

Most of the people who come here are in high society, and few people have the actual skills to operate a yacht, but who cares so much when faced with their own life and death moments? People who think they can sail a yacht frantically rush to the bow of the boat. The tables and chairs placed in the middle were all knocked to the ground, and some were even knocked out of the yacht and fell into the deep blue water, causing a large splash.

On several yachts, people were scrambling to get out of this dead zone and scramble to take control of the yacht. After they were stunned for a while, they realized that no matter who occupied the bow of the ship, as long as they could drive out of this area, there was hope for life.

One of the female passengers, while the rest of the yacht was still at a loss, had already run into the cockpit. She scrambled and turned the throttle to the maximum. The motor roared and the yacht moved. It climbs slowly at first, but the more you get to the end, the faster it becomes, almost like a full-throttle car on the track.

But the waters leading to the shore were already crowded with several yachts. The driver drove them crookedly, like a drunken man.

The female passenger who was driving the yacht at full speed had been completely consumed by fear. She had never seen real death in her life. When death is really around her, she can't think of anything, and there is only one word in her subconscious: run, the faster you escape, the better, and the farther you run, the better.

Several ghost-like yachts in front of them were hit by the airship piloted by female passengers like rockets. The airship brushed the sidewalls of the other two yachts and rushed out. The people on the airship screamed loudly, and the sound almost drowned out the roaring motors.

The two yachts that were hit spun in place at a rapid pace, like the rotors of helicopters. The people on board could not stand at all, and in a panicked roar, they were thrown out. The lucky man fell into the sea and swam desperately, and the unfortunate man was thrown into the hull of another yacht and died on the spot.

Panic and inability to operate make collisions between yachts frequent. The sea is full of people. Those who could not swim, fluttering their hands and feet, gradually became stuffed with water and sank into the depths of the sea. Those who can swim are also a little frightened, because most of the yachts on the water are crooked, and if one is not careful, and his head happens to touch the sharp head of the yacht, it is also a dead word.

The alarm bell kept ringing, accompanied by gunshots and roars, causing people to rush to the shore one by one.

On the white sand beach of Bessel Island, there are men in black uniforms, trying to stop those who want to escape, but the chaotic people don't listen to anything, and they are desperate to grab a boat and escape from the island.

Gunshots were also heard on the island. It was a security guard in a black suit and sunglasses, who had opened fire. No one should want to leave until they know what happened. Since they are disobedient, they have to use practical actions to make them obedient.

The blood had finally calmed down the rioters on the island, but it had deepened the fear in their hearts.

The people who were still on the sea heard the sound of gunfire coming from the island, and they dared to dock ashore! They turned their boats one after another, bypassed Bezier Island, drew an arc, and sailed toward the edge of the mainland.

On the shore of the white sand beach, a row of black-clad security guards, looking at the yacht that did not want to dock on the shore, either raised their rifles, or raised*, began to shoot at the speeding yacht with the tail spraying waves. Dense firelight appeared on the shore, and even in such a strong sunlight, it could still be seen.

The yacht that circled past Bessel Island turned sideways, and at first it burst out of sparks, and then suddenly exploded. The flames rose four or five meters high, and then there was a loud explosion.

Four or five yachts, one next to the other, all burst into flames from machine-gun fire. The light of the fire drowned out the man or woman, and when everything had calmed down, nothing could be seen but the wreckage of the cheating yacht.

The people on the yacht who came later, seeing this terrible situation, began to make a detour at a distance from the island of Bezier. From the white sand, you can only see black lines. Instead of firing at the hands of those speeding toward the shores of the mainland, the security guards on the beach remained in the vicinity and ahead of them.

The security personnel on the island all pulled out their guns. These people, who used to look like wood, are now all like death. They ordered the people of the island, all with their heads in their hands, to crouch in a clearing. No one dared to resist. There was an unlucky guy who was shot by security guards as soon as he spat out a word. No matter how much women think about it, they can't understand how the guy they can flirt with at will on weekdays has become so ruthless at this time.

The reason why they treat the crowd so coldly is because they have not yet identified the source of the commotion. For them, only the young master's life is fate, and everything else is indispensable. They believe that the culprit may be mixed in with the crowd. If the young master dies, then there must be someone in these crowds who pays for it. Killing all these people is to avenge the young master. No matter how you look at it, it's a good deal.

On the shores of the mainland, many soldiers appeared. They were all armed with heavy weapons, staring firmly at the sea without squinting. There were several warships, which left the shore and sailed to Bezier Island.

The people who escaped from Bezier Island had just breathed a sigh of relief when they found rows of serious soldiers on the shore of the mainland, raising their guns and aiming at them. "No, we're good people!" cried out in fear from the people on the yacht. The group of soldiers did not speak, and pulled the trigger indifferently. The sound of da-

A military yacht transported the miserable body of Zhang Ying back to Bezier Island. Seven or eight soldiers and a few security guards, who were apparently the leaders, surrounded the dead body lying on the ground and looked at it for a long time. The corpse had two blood-red holes in its face, staring straight at the sky, as if it wanted to say something, but could never say it.

The soldiers and security personnel glanced at each other, then turned back to the people behind them, quietly holding their heads in their hands, and nodded.

The security personnel, who had been pointing guns at the crowd, suddenly pulled the trigger. The strong recoil of the machine gun made the black-clad personnel tremble slightly. It's not a long time, but all who are still alive feel like a century has passed.

The clearing was littered with dead bodies, and half an hour later, they were all thrown into the sea.