Sub-zero temperatures, this has nothing to do with habits, even if Patrick can knock down five people at once, he will never be able to adapt to such low temperatures.

The head-up display doesn't show the temperature, and he can't imagine how cold it actually is.

In the wee hours of the morning, the sun is already showing its head, and further south, it is almost nightless. The sea is calm, and a white mist covers the sea ahead. The concentration of collapsed particles detected by the AED system has increased slightly, but it is still too early to reach the dangerous value.

"How's it going?" Thomson's voice rang over the communicator.

"Nothing unusual," Patrick replied, "isn't your smuggling ship unloaded?"

"Hahaha!" Thomson laughed, "Isn't that your cargo this time, boss?" ”

Patrick was about to say something, when he caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a light in the fog.

"Really, then I am much more fragrant than your wine, and the wolves have attracted me. ”

Before Thomson could speak, Patrick cut off the communication. Sure enough, several ships came out from behind the mist, full of heavily armed Antarctic sergeants.

"Warning! Please stop the ship in front of you!" "Stop the ship immediately!" shouted loudly from the loudspeaker on the cruiser, "We are the Antarctic Coast Guard, and we order you to stop the ship immediately!"

Thomson's men tensed, and G41's red eyes lit up.

"Did they shout three times to stop the boat, three warnings?" asked Patrick.

"How do I know," replied madly, "to hide in the cabin?"

The scan spread out in all directions, marking the Coast Guard in the nearby sea.

"No, let's use it as a warm-up, just try the strength of Nanlian. ”

"Well, I don't think a couple of coast guards can embody anything ......"

Patrick nodded to the crew at the helm, walked to the left side of the ship and crouched, quietly unloaded the rifle and put it at his feet, holding it down. The G41 also took position at the bow of the ship, just waiting for his signal.

Two Coast Guard speedboats circled them, passing on the left and right sides, constantly circling in circles.

"We warn again, stop the ship at once!" shouted the guard, "or we will take the necessary measures!"

Patrick patted the outer wall of the captain's quarters, and the crew, who had heard his signal, saw the opportunity and jerked the rudder. The smuggling boat suddenly veered to the right and collided directly with a Coast Guard speedboat, knocking it over.

There were waves on the sea.

Patrick steadied himself and rose from the bumpy surface of the boat as he raised his rifle. His right eye was on the optical sight, and another speedboat was driving right on his side, the speedboat in his field of vision completely dissected, and the fuel tanks were marked in conspicuous red.

The bullet flew out of the extended barrel and collided with the moving speedboat, piercing through the fragile outer steel plate and hitting the target. The rear of the speedboat burst into flames for a moment, and with a loud bang, the fireball that bloomed turned the speedboat into the sky.

Heavy gunfire was also heard from the deck, and the G41 opened fire on the fast-approaching patrol ship to the right, killing two patrol officers and the captain. Antarctica's coast guard also launched a counterattack, with damage on both sides of the firefight.

The smuggling ship picked up speed and sped full speed, ramming away the remaining two patrol ships that were trying to stop them. The hull jolted violently again, and Patrick didn't have time to switch his gun to assault rifle mode, but tried to maintain his balance. However, before he could stabilize himself, he saw a dense crowd of guns in front of him, and the muzzles of the guns were facing him.

Patrick immediately lay down, a rain of bullets over his head, crackling against the outer wall of the smuggling ship.

The smuggling ship sped away, and although Patrick escaped, they also suffered heavy losses. Thomson's men were all men who dared to work hard, and they sacrificed most of them in a desperate way.

"G41, continue to stand by in the bow of the ship, watching for any enemy reinforcements ahead. Patrick said.

Braving a hail of bullets, he came to the stern of the ship, and the Coast Guard patrol boats chased after him, and their boats were faster than smuggling boats. He raised his rifle and shot at the enemy, but the opponent was outnumbered and immediately counterattacked and suppressed him.

The patrol ship was getting closer, and Patrick had to keep his head down to dodge the bullets. He pulled out the Valkyrie grenade launcher, then pulled open a smoke grenade and placed it on the ship's board.

Smoke rose and soon formed a barrier behind the ship. The gunfire was noticeably quieter, and Patrick estimated that the Coast Guard was chasing at full speed, trying to drive to their flanks and attack with all their might. Using the scan, he quickly marked the two ships, as well as the general situation on board.

He tried to lean out, but the sound of metal clashing was still heard. The patrol ship in his field of vision was approaching, and he raised the launcher, corrected the angle, and pulled the trigger. The grenade crossed an arc and fell directly behind the patrol ship, blowing up the ship's engine.

The patrol boat on the left lost power and slowly moved away, while the one on the right cut through the smoke, and Patrick could hear part of the patrol report to the communicator.

He dodged a shuttle of bullets, his hands fluttering rapidly, reloading the launcher, and with a turn, he immediately fired the grenade. This time, the grenade smashed the deck of the opponent, killing five or six patrol guards. He immediately raised his rifle again and fired at the patrol boat, emptying a magazine.

"Master, there are three more patrol ships ahead!"

"Roger. ”

"Boss, boss, you go first in the rubber boat, we'll drag them down." The crew at the helm said to him, a shot in his arm.

They can't fight them anymore, three patrol ships are not a big problem, but the ensuing support will be quite troublesome. If it drags on for too long, Nanlian will also be aware that this is not an ordinary smuggling incident.

It seems that they have no choice.

"I'm sorry. Patrick said. As soon as he and the G41 boarded the dinghy, the crew lowered them down.

As soon as the dinghy moved full speed to the right and away from the smuggling boat, the crew released a flare to attract the attention of the Coast Guard.

Patrick only wants them to surrender, not to fight impulsively to the end. At this point, it is no longer worth sacrificing themselves.

They bypassed the coast guard and re-immersed themselves in the mist. It was still early in the morning, but the sun was already starting to dispel the fog.

"I thought I couldn't get in touch with you, what's wrong?"

"Probably succeed," replied Patrick, "but your brethren may have died heroically, and we are heading to the Antarctic Peninsula in rubber boats." ”

"Cut, the word heroic righteousness is not for them," Thomson laughed, "and they make a lot of money." ”

"Is that so...... No one remembers them. ”

"You're not qualified to say that. ”

Perhaps. Patrick thought.

Through the mist, he could already see the icy tundra waiting for them.

"That's it, Thomson, I may not have a chance to contact him in the future. ”

"I know, good luck and goodbye. ”