With a long whistle, the Golden Lake slowly sailed out of the port of San Francisco and toward its destination, Peru. Soon San Francisco disappeared below sea level, and as far as the eye could see, the waters were blue in all directions.

"I really didn't expect to leave the United States alive." Leaning against the railing of the deck, looking out over the vanished shores of the United States, Avery said to Brontë beside him as he brushed his hair, which had been tossed by the sea breeze.

"yes, it's even harder to imagine that we made it." Brontë also lamented, "Avery that when you came up with such a plan, almost no one thought that we would succeed so smoothly. You're amazing! ”

"It's not my fault, it's mostly because God hates this hypocrite. Moreover, he is already a public enemy of the entire American business community...... However, Peru is indeed much worse than the United States, and the family must return to the United States if they want to regain their glory. And that's even harder than taking out the hypocrite Scrooge. Avery didn't look back, still looking in the direction of the American coast.

"Ellie, we'll be back, it won't be long. Because the MacDonald consortium is already showing signs of falling apart. And the Wall Street guys are already besieging the MacDonald consortium. I think in a year or two at most, the MacDonald consortium will fall from where it is now and no longer have national influence. At that time, with the relationships we have now built with those who have helped us, our family will be able to return to the United States in the open. Brontë replied.

"Even if MacDonald is all finished, it will not be so easy for the family to return to the United States and regain its footing and put down roots. Maybe we'll have to pay more...... For example, to act as Morgan's puppet and stick for a long time...... I don't know what happened to Bildt and Parker. According to the plan, they should also be on the ship in the south, right? Avery said.

"Let's hope they're safe too." Brontë said the same.

"Miss, it's a little windy now, do you want to go back to the cabin first?" Another man said.

Indeed, the sea breeze is getting stronger and stronger, and it is indeed a little cooler when it blows on the body. Avery glanced at the vast sea again, then nodded and said, "Let's go down." ”

The group turned and walked towards the cabin, when Brontë overheard a distant look, only to see a small boat approaching at an alarming speed.

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"There was a shocking pirate attack in the waters off San Francisco yesterday. A passenger liner from San Francisco to Peru has been attacked by pirates of unknown origin. Caused a terrible tragedy in which many people died. The following is a report issued by our reporter through interviews with eyewitnesses:

The captain, Mr. Maugham, told us that it was about four o'clock in the afternoon when a small boat flying the flag of the American anti-smuggling team approached the passenger ship Golden Lake, on which they were traveling, and asked the passenger ship to stop for inspection with a loudspeaker.

Because the waters near the United States have always been relatively safe, and it is common for anti-smuggling teams to board ships for inspection. So I slowed down the ship and let the smuggling officers board the ship to inspect it. Who knew that as soon as these heavily armed 'smugglers' got on board, they immediately took control of the most critical and division of the ship, and then more, dressed in black, with strange oil paint painted on their faces, armed with shotguns, rushed . Front. The guy with the gun boarded the boat. They first checked the records of the guest room, and then entered the cabin, and soon I heard heavy gunfire, as if there was a shootout on the ship, and the men who were pretending to be smugglers and following him immediately showed their true colors, and controlled all the crew members with their pistols.

After about ten minutes, the men left the Golden Lake, and as they were leaving, the guy who was pretending to be the head of the smuggling team said to me, 'I'm sorry to disturb you.' We're just dealing with some personal vendettas. However, there were also some unlucky guys who were injured by mistake in the shootout. We did the simplest bandaging for them. But this is certainly not enough as a medical measure. Therefore, I recommend that you return to San Francisco immediately, as some of your passengers may need medical attention as soon as possible. ’

As soon as they disembarked, I ordered an investigation into the situation on board. The sailors told me that eight passengers had been killed by the fellows, including a beautiful young lady - God bless her soul – and three passengers were wounded, but they were all bandaged, presumably the ones who had injured them by mistake. I immediately ordered a full speed return to San Francisco......

Another passenger, who asked not to be named, described the horrific tragedy as follows:

I was staying in cabin 21. I had just returned to the cabin from the deck before the incident. Suddenly, I heard gunshots outside. I've panned for gold in Alaska, and I can hear shotgun shots. I thought: hell, what's going on. I knew that I would probably be injured if I ran around at this time, and I didn't have a gun with me, so I shrank in the corner of the house, hoping that trouble wouldn't find me.

The gunfire was getting more and more intense, and it was getting closer and closer to my room. In addition to shotguns, there are also automatic pistols and punches. Front. The sound of guns. Obviously, the shootout was very intense. At this time, the door of my room was suddenly slammed open, and several people rushed in at once. They all had guns in their hands, and there was a woman among them. A few more men, who were supposed to be in their group, shot at the attackers with pistols at the corner of the stairs in front. To be honest, at the time I thought they were dead, how could they use a pistol to fight with a shotgun, rush. Front. Gun confrontation?

One of the men who came in immediately put a gun to my head, and he told me that the woman, whom I had seen, was on deck just over ten minutes ago. She was a beautiful woman, and as I looked at her from the deck, I thought, if God is gracious enough to put her in my bed, then I must go to church every week—and I need to hide from me. They made me strip naked and lie down on the bed with the woman, acting like they were ooxx, hoping to fool the guys who were chasing me.

To be honest, I don't object to such treatment, if that beauty hadn't been holding a pistol to me in the quilt. Of course, I was not polite and aimed my gun directly at her.

Then the guys went out of the room, and then there was a burst of gunfire in the hallway, and one or two bullets even went through the walls and landed in the room. Then the door was pushed open again, and several heavily armed men in black entered. All with weapons in their hands. They aimed their guns at us and said to us: 'Damn it, get out of bed for me!' I said, 'But I don't have any clothes!' Then I felt the gun in the woman's hand push against my chest, and I added: 'My wife is not wearing any clothes, so go out and let me get dressed.' ’

Who knew that the man in black with the leader with a strange face covered in oil paint smiled and said, 'Ellie?? Miss Dupont, don't pretend. This door was slammed open, and we didn't do it. ’

At that, the woman kicked me out of bed. At the same time, several shots were fired at the men. However, the bullets did not work at all on those people - they were all wearing body armor. The men also shot at the quilt, several shots, and I saw a lot of blood coming out of the woman's body. Then she collapsed on the bed, and the gun in her hand fell to the ground.

Now the woman didn't have any strength to move, but she hadn't completely lost her breath, but with every breath, blood foamed from her mouth and nose. A man with a masked face took out a portrait, compared it to her, and then said to the woman, 'Ellie?? DuPont? The woman nodded reluctantly. Then the man nodded, raised the pistol in his hand, and aimed it at the woman, and shot the entire magazine in one go......"

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On the same day that the Golden Lake passenger liner was attacked, a fire broke out at a hotel in Florida. A total of eleven people were killed in the fire. However, there are also rumors that gunshots were heard from this hotel before the fire broke out. However, it did not cause much of a sensation, because it was nothing compared to what happened a day later.

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"Did Stanford react?" Sergei asked Robert, who was in charge of monitoring Stanford's every move.

"Captain, after the news of the Golden Lake was published yesterday, Stanford was terrified, he has been hiding in his estate, and he has also contacted the local police department, and used his influence to bring in a team of police to defend his estate. Captain, in fact, we could have killed him yesterday, why didn't we wait until the news of the Golden Lake came out and he saw it? Didn't that give him time to prepare? Robt asked, puzzled.

"It's the arrangement above, we just need to execute it. However, I don't think it would be possible to make such a simple mistake. The biggest possibility is that the above hopes that Stanford will be ready for everything, and then kill his whole family. It's even more powerful. Of course, this is just me wondering if it's right or not, but I really don't know. Sergey said.

"Stanford has more guards? Even with the police, it's not enough for us to do it in twenty minutes. It's just, is it okay to attack the police directly? After all, the police represent the power of the state. To attack those police officers directly would be tantamount to a slap in the face to the entire state apparatus. Is it really good to do that? Such a question appeared in Robert's mind, but in a blink of an eye, he put such a thought behind him, after all, it was Blackwater who paid him, not the federal government.

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