The salty sea breeze blew and ruffled Lu Ling's hair, her eyes lowered, and her dagger stabbed hard into the reef parasite.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the hat on his head fell into the sea, and Lu Ling looked up at the rumbling helicopter and the flag waved by the pilot to organize the "Fuyao", and jumped up with joy.

"Hey!"

"Your support came too slowly this time, and you almost had to pick up our corpses and go back!"

"Hahaha, follow Byron, God won't dare to take it."

The pilot threw down the rope ladder, and Lu Ling, who didn't want to stay here for a moment, hurriedly ran over, she had just sat on the cabin seat, and the familiar smell overwhelmed her.

In the past few days, Lu Ling has avoided face-to-face with Byron, and she is afraid that she will not be able to control herself from questioning him face to face.

Why bring her back to Fuyao?

And why did he brave the rain of bullets to save himself?

He and the woman, really......

But it wasn't until the two got up close and personal that Lu Ling realized that she was thinking too bravely, and she turned her back to Byron and pretended to study the scenery outside the window with interest.

The delicate face is kissed by the sun, and the tiny fluff is also dyed gold, which looks cute and provocative.

Byron's deep gaze stared at her, and it wasn't until Lu Ling wondered if he had realized that he had seen his true colors that night, and he looked away, leaning back on the cabin, wearing headphones.

The deathly silence spread, and no one broke it.

The helicopter propeller made a terrifying sound of splitting the air, which gradually increased.

Flying out of the open sea, Lu Ling, who had not slept well in the past few days, was about to rest for a while, when suddenly, the right wing of the helicopter was bombarded, and the cabin shook violently.

In the next moment, another missile hit the left wing, and the pilot was pierced by the fragments of the bomb and died no more.

Lu Ling quickly put on a life jacket, firmly grasped the fixation, and stuffed the bullet into the magazine with one hand, and in two or three seconds, the helicopter fell into the sea with billowing smoke.

"Lu Ling."

They were all ready to take a deep breath and get ready to go into the sea, when Byron's voice suddenly sounded in their ears.

She subconsciously turned her head, and Byron led her like stepping on an invisible staircase in the air, landing on the broken tail of a helicopter with a few jumps.

Only then did the two of them see the attackers, dozens of pirates dressed in strange costumes and with greasy hair standing majestically on the small passenger ship they had stolen, their guns in their hands shooting non-stop.

"Hahahaha, kill them!!"

"The two fat sheep are good, you want the man, and I want the woman."

"The woman belongs to me, Lao Tzu wants to play her to death!"

The arrogant foul language drifted into the ears of the two of them along the wind, and Lu Ling's hand holding the gun moved, and her slender and soft body stugged at the wreckage, and jumped onto the pirate ship, taking away a human head with every bullet.

The expressions on the pirates' faces changed from triumphant to panicked, and they noisily retreated, but Byron behind them made them even more desperate.

The thin dagger in his hand brought the cruelty and sharpness of the cold weapon to the extreme, the blood bloomed, and the handsome face was so cold that it was like a hell messenger.

Lu Ling stood on the deck, looking at Byron, who left a corpse at his feet with every step he took, and the gun in his hand moved.

A phrase that Byron had said when she first taught her came to her mind:

Never leave anything to chance, and don't let go of any enemy who has a chance to kill you, because perhaps it is your second of mercy that causes the mission to fail and you die at the hands of the other party.

Her gun was slowly raised, under the crosshairs, aimed precisely at the man's chest.

"Bang ......"