The excitement of Garcia did not affect the imminent conflict, because the nearby fishermen gathered here at any time, although they were a bit maverick in the speedboat, they still did not attract much attention.

Suddenly, the two sides of the conflict picked up their shotguns, looked at each other with hideous faces, the blood vessels around the temples left clear marks because of excitement, the smell of gunpowder suddenly became strong, and the battle was about to break out, and the gathered fishermen slowed down unconsciously, and they touched the weapons on their waists.

"Lewis, stop, stop. Pajero couldn't help but feel a sudden burst in his heart, and in a panic beckoned Lewis, who was sailing the boat, to stop.

The chaotic environment, especially the scenes full of violence, is the last thing they like to face, and for those veterans who have been vetted by the baptism of war, the biggest threat is not bullets from the frontal battlefield, but stray bullets flying from unknown directions.

"Pajero, what are you doing, let's hurry up, I've prepared the M16, what are you afraid of. Seeing that Pajero ordered the ship to stop, Garcia was in a hurry.

There is no doubt that it is war, war makes people shudder, it makes people excited, if it were not for the obstruction of the family, Garcia would have joined the army and gone to the front line in the Middle East.

"No, Mr. Garcia, you can't go over, it's too chaotic on the other side. Pajero rightly and rhetorically rejected Garcia's unreasonable demands.

As a professional bodyguard, you must not put your employer in danger, and they can refuse unreasonable requests from their employers, depending on the situation.

"Pajero, let's get a little closer, get a little closer, you see the weapons they have are just shotguns, as long as they don't hit the vital point, they can't kill anyone, not to mention that the front sight of that thing is very unpaid. "Garcia was unhappy with Pajero's stubbornness, which made him a lot less fun.

"No, Garcia, the shotgun's lethality at close range is also considerable, and its attack area is too large, it is easy to be injured by mistake, I refuse to advance. Pajero had a serious expression.

, Garcia threw the sunglasses in his hand directly into the sea, pointed at Pajero's nose and said, "Pajero, in the end are you the boss or me, I am the boss, don't you listen to my orders?"

"Master Garcia, my boss is Mr. Fagan. Pajero said in silence.

"I..." Garcia stomped his foot in anger.

Bang···

The gunfire was sudden, and Pajero immediately pressed Garcia under him, he carefully watched along the side of the boat, and then asked in a low voice, "Lewis, are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, you and Master Garcia. Lewis, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was shocked and asked with concern.

"Phew, we're alright, do you see what's going on?" asked Pajero with a sigh of relief.

"It seems to have gone off. Lewis couldn't see it very clearly from a distance, and said with some uncertainty.

Garcia pushed Pajero on his body hard, and said with some annoyance, "Pajero, you fucking get up from me, you didn't get killed, you fool was crushed to death first." ”

It's really loveless to have a big man on his body, and the soft and cute girl can also be considered, but it's a pity that the old antique at home doesn't agree with the female bodyguard to appear in his bodyguard team, and the dream of super friendship with the female bodyguard is strangled in the cradle.

"Okay. Pajero moved cautiously, and did not forget to advise: "Young Master Garcia, you get up carefully, but don't stand up, we are within the range of accidental injury." ”

Although Garcia looked disgusted and full of squirms, it was not equal to a straw bale, and at the critical moment he did not have the courage to challenge Don Quixote of the windmill, so he flinched and rolled over, and crossed the horizon on the side of the ship to watch carefully. Although the school shooting incident of US imperialism is very ordinary, and social security is worrying, this is the first time he has experienced a shootout.

The sea was calm, and the opposite side was calm, as if the gunfire had nothing to do with them, and the surrounding ships hid far away, lying on the deck, holding on to the side of the ship, standing up straight, pulling their necks and watching, not afraid of the sudden cold gun. They formed a large circle, all watching the two hand-to-hand ships in the center of the battle.

They're working together.

That's right, it's a sincere cooperation, weird.

A huge bluefin tuna was bled by a few fishermen with quick hands and feet, and the rest of the people took out a lot of ice from the cold storage, and after the blood ran dry, the whole bluefin tuna was quickly buried, and the low temperature could maintain the freshness of the meat. The first time they cooperated, there were still contradictions, but the huge wealth brought them together, and the skillful skills were enough to make up for the strangeness brought about by the tacit understanding between them.

"Lewis, isn't there a conflict, and there don't seem to be any wounded. Garcia got up from the speedboat and asked Lewis, who had a better view and had witnessed the whole process.

"It's not a conflict, I was wrong, they shot at the sky, I think it's because of the bluefin tuna under their hands. Lewis made up for it, and it was basically only eight or nine.

The largest consumer of bluefin tuna is Japan, and the sashimi produced in particular is widely acclaimed, so auctions are often held in some seafood markets, and sushi restaurants have repeatedly created crazy moves. But transporting it all the way from the Atlantic to Japan requires chilling it and then shipping it by air to Tokyo in a matter of hours.

The fishermen are not stupid, conflict is conflict, but no one wants to give up their wealth, they are willing to put aside their differences for a while and deal with bluefin tuna together, so there is a scene that Lewis saw.

"Hey, it's just a bunch of cowards, who should kill those dogs, mothers, raisers, and Canadians, George Shoal belongs to us, and all the harvest should be ours, Pajero, hurry up, I'm going to give those Canadians a little bit of a good taste. Garcia jumped up from the speedboat and said disdainfully.

Coward? Pajero couldn't help but smile bitterly, and rushed up? He couldn't imagine the consequences of their dinghy rushing up, or even being torn to pieces by the angry fishermen.

"Master Garcia, let's wait for the cruise, no one will listen to us when we go up now, the green Franklin is their favorite. Pajero pointed to the busy crowd in the distance and tactfully exhorted.

"Then the Canadians are cheaper?" Garcia asked reluctantly.

"For now, yes. Pajero said solemnly.

"Hmph, when the cruise ship comes, I'll see who they listen to. ”