After choking on two mouthfuls of water in a row, Zongheng finally realized that he was in a critical situation. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the inky sky, white lightning flashed across from time to time, and through the light that came and went at this time, he could find himself in the middle of a raging wave.

The turbulent and icy waters swept in from all directions, engulfing Shi Sheng. He felt a force under the water drag him down, flipping and twisting his body, turning around several times, then pushing him out of the sponge - but only letting him suck in - and then engulfing him again.

Surrounded by a cold and piercing bone in all directions, in the waters where there could be no fire, he felt a blazing heat sweeping towards him. He could see his body writhing and rolling in the water, and he could see his hands and feet struggling to break free from the tremendous pressure of the whirlpool. He could feel it, he could see it, he could think, he sensed a certain panic, and he struggled desperately—and yet, strangely, he felt an inexplicable serenity, a bystander's calmness, as if he were merely a bystander, out of a dangerous situation. He could see what was happening in front of him, but he didn't feel like he was in it.

Then another wave of panic surged up, surging from the heat and cold, drowning out the sense of detachment that swept over him. No way! He can't indulge in that tranquility!

He lifted the water with all his might, paddling with both hands, as if trying to dig through the huge and heavy wall of water above his head. He felt like his chest was about to explode. Later, he finally emerged from the water, struggled hard, and floated on the tumbling black waves. He desperately struggled to make himself float and kept struggling! Float online!

A huge wave rolled in, and he took advantage of the momentum to rise to the top of the wave, and the whole person was surrounded by clumps of white foam, and it was pitch black all around. At that moment, nothing could be seen! He struggled to turn around! Turn around!

Suddenly, a huge bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and he saw it.

In the dark and dreary sea, the waves were raging, and a large ship that had never been seen before faced the waves of violent and violent waves, like a clumsy beast, struggling to break out of the impenetrable swamp. The monstrous waves rose high above the sea, like legendary giants, and swooped down on the ship with a thunderous force, stirring up white spray in the sky, rushing into the dark night sky, and then carrying the strength of the night wind, crashing into the splint like a waterfall.

He was more than ten feet away from the ship, but he could still hear the creaking of the tight wood squeezing against each other. The rope twisted and pulled, and it looked like it was about to break. The whole ship was like a dying beast, letting out weak whimperes and painful moans~ moans.

"Hey! Help me! Help me! Zongheng waved his hands desperately and shouted. Trying to get the people on board to find out about his existence.

But his cries for help went unanswered, and the ship staggered farther and farther away in the storm.

Zongheng began to paddle again, kicking with his feet, trying to catch up with the boat. However, his efforts were so futile, that no matter how hard he tried, the silhouette of the ship kept shrinking until it was dark and could no longer be found.

Zong was exhausted, but he still didn't want to give up. Stroke! Stroke...... Suddenly, he touched something. A thick, greasy mass, quietly undulating with the waves. He didn't know what it was, but he could feel it, and he could keep it.

Hold it tight! It will take you to a place of serenity and tranquility, and it will take you to the boundless darkness of silence...... The eternal rest.

As dawn broke, the light of the rising sun pierced through the mist of the eastern sky and reflected the Atlantic Ocean. On the calm sea, sparkling. The captain of the small fishing boat had bloodshot eyes and his hands were covered with scorch marks from pulling ropes. He sat on the stern broadside, smoking a cigarette quietly and looking contentedly out at the calm sea.

He glanced over to the open cockpit, where his brother was pushing the throttle stick forward to speed his way, while another crew member was checking the nets a metre or two away. They seemed to be talking about something funny, and they both snickered. That's good. Last night, everyone couldn't even laugh. Where did that storm come from? The weather forecast did not mention a storm at all. If he had heard the news earlier, he could have parked the boat on the shore in advance to avoid the wind. The fishing area is 80 miles south of Rhode Island. He hurried through the night to get there before dawn. However, he did not expect that this trip would cost him so much and that he would have to spend a lot of money on repairing the ship. But in these years, has there been any time that the ship has been repaired without costing money?

What's more, he didn't expect that this trip almost cost him his life. Last night, he wandered several times in front of the ghost gate, thinking that he was dead.

"You're tired too, man!" His brother called out to him and smiled at him, "Go sleep!" ”

"yes, you're right." He replied as he threw the cigarette butt overboard, slipped off the broadside, jumped onto the deck, and stepped on the fishing net, "It's time to sleep." ”

It's nice to have a brother who can help you at the helm. Even if this younger brother is highly educated and speaks in a crepe, it doesn't hurt to be out of tune with him, a big old man full of dirty words. Your own boat should be helmed by your own family, because your own family will always keep your eyes open. However, this guy is also too crazy! After only one year in college, I wanted to start my own business; The so-called business is only one ship, and it is still an old ship, an old ship that has only been beautiful in those days. It's crazy! There's a in reading those books, did it come in handy last night? Last night, this "business" almost capsized and went out of business.

The hull of the ship gently undulates with the waves, and the water on the deck flows in all directions. The captain closed his eyes and soaked his hands in the flowing water. The salt in the sea is helpful for burns in the palms of the hands when pulling the ropes. Last night's storm had blown the rigging on the ship to pieces, and my hands were scorched trying to hold on to the ropes.

"Look! Look over there! His brother suddenly screamed. The elder brother's eyes were really bright, and it was obvious that he was asleep now.

"What's that?" He asked loudly.

"Left head! There's a guy in the water! He seems to be holding something! It seemed to be a piece of hull or a plank or something. ”

The captain took over the steering wheel, slowly leaned the hull to the right side of the drifting debris, and turned off the engine so that the waves at the stern would not be too large. The man's hands were white, clutching the edge of the broken plank like claws, as if the slightest movement would push him off. Except for his hands, however, he was limp, lifeless—he looked like a drowned corpse, breathless.

"It's a child!" His brother shouted.

"Hang him on a rope!" The captain shouted at his brother and the crew, "The rope goes under the water and ties his legs." Move lightly! Slowly wrap the rope around his waist. Pull gently. ”

"He clutched the plank so tightly that he wouldn't let go."

"You put your hand under the plank! Wrench his fingers away! He was probably dead, and his hands were stiff. ”

"Not true. He's alive...... However, I think he's running out of breath. His lips seemed to move, but I couldn't hear him. His eyes were moving, but I didn't think he could see us. ”

"Hey, his hand is gone!"

"Lift him up. Grab him by the shoulders and turn his body over. Move lightly. One, two, three, flip! ”

"Oh my God! What a kid! It's an Asian boy! The crew exclaimed, "He's still breathing!" ”

"Carry him into the cabin! Wrap yourself in a blanket! The captain commanded his brother and crew, "I'm going to call the Coast Guard!" Let them send helicopters and doctors! ”

As soon as Lydia walked into the office, she saw Hatton walking towards him. He said, "Let's go! Go to the boss's office. There's work. ”

Lydia and Hatton are both agents affiliated with the FBI's New York branch. Hatton's head is Walter Skinner, the head of the FBI's New York office. This is a middle-aged man with half-bald hair, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a serious expression. When Lydia and Hatton walked into his office, he was sitting at his desk looking down at the papers.

"Boss, I heard there's a mission?" Hatton greeted Skinner with a hippie smile.

Compared to Lydia, who had just graduated from Quantico National College, Hatton, who was in her forties, was an out-and-out old bird, and even in the face of the top executives in the New York area, he still looked cynical.

Skinner closed the document in hand, looked up, and said, "This morning, a fishing boat rescued an Asian boy who had fallen into the water 80 miles south of Rhode Island. The Coast Guard was notified and sent him to New Bedford by helicopter. I need you to take a look and find out who he is and where he came from. ”

As he spoke, Skinner pulled the papers in hand in front of Hatton.

Hatton picked up the file and opened it for a few glances, and asked, "Do you suspect that this boy is related to the smuggling syndicate we are investigating?" ”

Skinner nodded: "According to the tip, this group's stowaway boat should have arrived in New York Harbor last night." But until now, no one has found any trace of the ship. Plus there was a storm at sea last night without any warning......"

"You're saying that the ship may have been silent in the storm. And this kid is a survivor? Lydia asked.

"I hope not." Skinner took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose and said, "According to our intelligence, there were nearly two hundred stowaways on that stowaway boat. If there was an accident, it would be big news that caused a global sensation. Lydia ......"

"Yes!"

"I remember you were half Chinese and spoke Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Vietnamese, and Thai, right?" Skinner asked, putting on his glasses.

"Yes."

"The boy has refused to communicate with anyone since he was rescued. You go and give it a try. ”

"Yes!"