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There are two colleagues who can see James and Sarah from their hideout, and they will rush to the scene as soon as possible if necessary.

James leaned his back against the wall of the ship. The first three windows shutters were closed. There is a light behind the fourth windowpane.

Squat under the window.

That's when James saw a woman.

First the long blonde hair, then the nose. She pressed her nose against the window like a little girl, and then her eyes were wide open.

James felt like a devil who would faint at the sight of it.

Joe and the others had probably seen everything that was going on here. They're either already on the road or they're ready to jump out.

James raised his left hand and made a friendly gesture to the blonde. Useless. She still regarded James as an enemy. This must be because of James' full-body outfit. James can't blame her.

Seeing James straighten up, the surprise on her face turned to panic. Her mouth was wide open, and James had no time to stop her from shouting.

But hesitation can still lead to disaster.

James turned the submachine gun in his right hand and turned the butt forward.

The blonde stepped back and forth from the window as she stretched out her hands and fingers wide open to stop James.

James saw Sarah go to the corner of the building-like ship.

James quickly gave her a gesture, and she immediately understood and stepped back.

The front door is his new target. Colleagues must be on the road now.

The blonde called out.

James rushed up, smashed the glass on the window with the butt of the submachine gun, and jumped in through the window.

The blonde was almost at the door. She stopped shouting, and seemed to choke, her face flushed and breathless.

James rushed forward and hugged her tightly. The same force James had brought her closer had pulled the door open.

She couldn't scream anymore, panting.

There was a dull sound and hurried footsteps from inside the ship.

Obviously from the top.

There was a sudden "bang" in front. Sarah opened the door.

The blonde was terrified. She was caught by James and had no strength to resist.

"Quiet!" James whispered to her, "It's nothing wrong with you. Police, not FBI. It was an FBI operation. James pointed a submachine gun at the bed, but he wasn't a member of the FBI now, but what did it matter, he was still a law enforcement agency, a disciplined force, and he was called differently, he thought at the time.

She obediently fell to the ground and burrowed under the bed.

James rushed to the open door and ventured into the hallway. It's dark all around, and it's brighter in front.

The sound of thumping footsteps grew louder and louder, but the aisles on the ground floor were empty.

She saw Sarah's figure by the door. The broken door was crooked in the shaft.

Outside, colleagues rushed to the deck and dispersed.

Leave the cabin and bring the door.

At the same time, he heard the humming of a helicopter.

"You come down!"

Submissive. A warm current of happiness flowed through her body. He cares about her! He was shooting and worried about her well-being.

She had never felt this kind of happiness before.

She listened to him and crouched on the back seat of the boat.

Oh, she really wanted to do all his orders, whatever he asked, she would do it for him. Because a man like him is definitely only once in a woman's life.

Turning his head sideways, he looked up at him. He stood firmly on the boat with his legs crossed, and she couldn't help but admire him when she saw him in this position.

He put his right knee on the rudder and didn't shake it for a moment, so that they could go up the course of the course.

This is the only way to escape.

The heavily armed police boats left a hole outside the inner pier. Apparently, they didn't believe anyone else would want to run away.

Despite the dire situation, Anne couldn't help but laugh. The men on the White Boat hadn't expected an outlaw like Quinn.

So they had to reap the consequences, and see how they had escaped with a woman who was the only fit for him.

Quinn slung the submachine gun over his shoulder.

Anne was amazed at the activity of his muscles. She didn't expect the muscles on a man's back to be so toned.

Quinn pulls the trigger.

The submachine gun clicked. Anne covered her ears in fright. She had heard gunshots a few times before, but this one was louder than all the gunshots she had ever heard, and it must have been because of the fire.

The recoil shook Quinn's body. Someone else is bound to be knocked down.

But Quinn stands like an oak tree in the wind—mighty, strong, and unshakable.

She wants to share his ups and downs.

Oh, my God! A quarter of an hour ago, she was just dreaming of one day being the woman beside him! Now they are already working together on a very dangerous situation.

Anne didn't understand why he was firing at those ships, because no bullets were coming from there.

Well, he'll have his reasons. There should be no doubt about an experienced man like him.

It's possible that he was trying to scare them into understanding that they couldn't stop him, and if they tried to stop him, some of them would have to pay with their lives.

But the sound of a response suddenly sounded, and Anne's eyes widened in horror.

Those thumps were low and intense, mingled with the clatter of submachine guns.

The recoil of the submachine gun seemed to increase, as Quinn seemed to be slammed by an invisible fist, and suddenly shook back and forth.

It was only then that Anne saw the dark stain on his back, growing larger and larger—a crimson circle. He shook harder.

Anne cried out.

Gunshot wound!

The bullet hit him.

She jumped up, trying to pull him over and cover him with her own body.

Something hit her on the back.

She had only one thought in her heart: to save this man, he was her life's pursuit.

She was shot two or three times. By this time, she had already held Quinn in her arms.

It was only then that she realized that the bullet had not come from the ships in front of her, but from behind, hitting Quinn in the back and also hitting her.

Anne hugged Quinn with all her might.

She fell on the boat with him. She didn't feel any pain. It must have been because she was determined to die with him, the man of her dreams.

Even though she shared only a few minutes of time while alive, Anne knew one thing: only very, very few partners were lucky enough to die at the same time.

It doesn't get much more beautiful than that.

There is a stairwell but no elevator. James and Sarah rushed up first, stepping two or three steps up the carpeted steps. Colleagues had already arrived, including the others, who were following closely behind James.

The muffled sound of gunfire grew clearer. The helicopter is also approaching.

The hallway was empty. All the doors are closed. No one dared to get out of the cabin. But the people they were looking for had already gone to the top of the boat.

Stop under the door that leads to the top. What awaits James on it may be a veritable hell. But they were prepared for the worst, and if necessary, they would go up and chase those guys with the heaviest firepower.

James took the walkie-talkie out of his holster.

Second Lieutenant Jill replied immediately. James told him where they were, asking him about the situation.

James heard Officer Jill breathe heavily.

"They killed Quinn and the woman!" He whispered.

"His accomplices?"

"Yes. They were all gathered on the roof of the ship. Some of the leaders and their bodyguards. The James' were forcing them to hide. ”

Sure enough, James heard the sound of machine-gun fire, which sounded like it was coming from far away. But that doesn't make the hooligans less harmful. The dull gunfire in the vicinity stopped.

"What about helicopters?" James asked aloud.

"There are no planes in sight from here. It may have flown from the land direction. ”

"Okay." James replied, "How?" Can we go out? ”

"We'll have to wait a while. What else is moving there. Well, the commander gave the order to stop shooting. Please let James know if you need support. ”

"Okay." James replied, "We're leaving." ”

James put away the walkie-talkie and gestured to Sarah. At the same time, it was quiet outside, only the helicopters were still humming.

James pressed his submachine gun against his body and slammed it towards the door. The door slammed open.

Sarah quickly arrived, grabbed her submachine gun and swept away.

James rolled by inertia and pounced to the right.

Sarah's shuttle bullet hit the steel plates of the exhaust pipe and chimney. The ricochet whizzed by. There was a shout from somewhere.

The roof of the ship was full of steel boxes, and James took cover behind one and extended his submachine gun from behind the steel boxes, but the range of fire was limited. Stand up and shoot from above the box. Bullets burrowed into the iron box and smashed it to pieces.

No one dared to show the tip of his nose.

Sarah then came out and opened fire.

But the gangsters gradually came to their senses from the shock and began to fire back at the James. Bullets whizzed past the James.

But James took the risk of switching positions. Get out of behind a low steel box and roll behind an exhaust pipe.

At the same time, James' colleagues covered each other and systematically dispersed on the roof of the ship in less than ten seconds.

The enemy's return fire became more and more intense.

The enemy and the enemy kept firing at each other, and the sound of submachine guns was so deafening that even the sound of helicopters was drowned out. But James was sure the plane was still watching them. Quinn will do whatever it takes to get his leaders out.

Quinn must already know that there are only three small bosses and bodyguards left, and he will give the pilots instructions accordingly. In the age of mobile phones, it is no longer a problem to transmit information quickly.

Sarah is seen crawling forward behind a chimney pipe to James' left. She glanced at James and pointed to the laser sight on his gun.

James nodded. If you want to act, you need to have more violent cover. The battle looks like it's going to be a stalemate right now.

There are eight of them, and they may have eight bodyguards and three minor bosses to deal with.

It's possible that the blonde called the police before James showed up. They mercilessly executed one of the leaders of their own accomplices hours earlier. Of course, his bodyguards immediately joined the other side, and they didn't want to die like the leader.

Sarah turned on the laser sight, and James did as he did.

James hit a penalty shot and the two sides were at a stalemate, and James felt that the spot shot seemed to be more effective.

Others are moving forward. They are also using laser sights to find targets.

Although the gangsters outnumbered them, they did not have an advantage.

They were awakened from their sleep, panicked to put on their clothes and grab their weapons. They can't be in great form.

James moved the laser sight and saw that someone was moving - just ahead, at most ten meters away.

These guys want to learn from the police, quickly switch positions, and shoot fiercely.

The man behind the tank picked up his submachine gun before he could hide himself.

James' laser sight was aimed at the muzzle of his flashing gun. Shoot mercilessly.

James smelled the burnt smell of bullets passing overhead, saw the man be hit, emerged from behind his useless concealment, stretched out his arms, threw down his weapon, and fell on his back.

At this moment, a scream came from near him.

A low, dark-haired man in shorts roared and stood up from behind his concealment, slung his submachine gun at his waist, and swept towards the James.

It must have been the death of his companion that made him angry that he blindly made this crazy move.

Two bullets on the other side of the roof quickly finished him off.

It must have been Joe who got rid of this scourge.

James wondered when the gangsters would run out of ammunition. But they can't count on this. It is entirely possible that they will outperform the police in this regard.

James gestured to Sarah and crouched down behind the concealment.

Sarah nodded, gesturing to show that he understood.

Capture Quinn's petty bosses alive. If the police were forced to shoot all of them to death, it would not help them at all.

So we have to find a way to change the status quo.

Besides, James still couldn't guess what they were using the helicopter for.

The two sides continued to fire at each other. James pulled out his walkie-talkie and called for Ensign Jill. When talking to the head of operations at the dock police station, the screams of pain were incessant. Each time, I hope that the shout is not from the side of the police.

"We need support." James covered his ears so that he could not hear the gunshots. James didn't have to explain the reason to the ensign.

"It's already gone!" Ensign Jill shouted, causing James' eardrums to buzz. "The two boats were approaching the inner dock and striking from the starboard side of the stern. Do you think it's okay? ”

"Great!" James replied.

"We got Quinn and the woman together. Both died. ”

"Damn gangster rules." James scolded, "Can you see the helicopter now?" ”

"I can't see it yet. But it hovered in the air. James reckoned that it was waiting for a good opportunity over the woods in the direction of land. Colleagues at the police department may soon tell us the details. ”

"How ......"

"That's right. James asked for reinforcements from the bureau. We don't want to let these guys in the boat below escape from us just because you're chained to that top! ”

"You should be rewarded!"

"A few kind words and I'll be satisfied."

James turned off the walkie-talkie and put it away.

Sarah and her colleagues were firing nonstop. The gang of gangsters got together and covered each other. Apparently they intend to fight to the last bullet. Or they put all their hopes in that helicopter.

James reloaded the chamber with double rounds. He told Sarah of the new situation, especially about the two ships that were about to join the battle from the inner docks, and he passed on the news.

The gunfire was incessant, bullets hit the steel plates, and ricochets whizzed in the air.

Through the maze on the roof of the ship, James saw Fred on the other side of the roof of the ship. He was crouching behind a concealment and was bandaging his lower right leg with a piece of black cloth.

Sensing my gaze, he immediately waved his hand, shook his head, and smiled faintly.

This means: don't panic, just bruise.

Nodding reassuringly.

By the time James was back in the fray, Fred had already joined in. Others too.

The gathered firepower exploded like a thunderbolt above the gangsters' heads.

Their resistance began to crumble.

Police fire intensified again, while gunfire from the other side was intermittent.

Then there was gunfire from the docks.

Two machine guns rained down on the ship's ridge, and submachine guns joined in to complement the sweeping machine guns.

There was another shrill shout.

Not long after, the two gangsters raised their arms, straightened their bodies, and fell to their backs. Immediately after that, the third place was also hit.

There was a roar from behind the hideouts of the little bosses.

Sarah gestured to James, first two and then three fingers. He understood. Only two or three bodyguards remained.

The petty bosses are in a dilemma.

There's only one thing that can help them now.

It's that helicopter.