The bullets stirred up streams of seawater and made a "chirping" sound.

Byron spread his legs apart, squinted at the bombers raging in the sky and fired a shot at the nearest one.

The power of the shoulder-mounted bazooka was not very great, but the pilot of the bomber was too arrogant, and the altitude was too low, and Byron's bombardment hit the fuselage like a brilliant firework exploding in the sky, carrying the wind and gunpowder smoke into the sea.

The other two planes never expected to be like this, the shoulder-fired rocket artillery bombarded the plane, and no one believed it!

Both of them thought of the man who claimed to be the world's number one mercenary at the same time, and the sense of superiority in their hearts was replaced by fear.

They contacted the miners on the ground and others: "You immediately suppress the fire and deal with Byron as soon as possible." ”

Bullets and bombs were tilted on medium-sized boats without money, and there was little hiding place in the cabins.

Eliza ripped off the sheets to hold Deer Ling in place, and overturned the wine cabinet to hide her underneath, "Fuck these turtle grandchildren, give me a chance, or kill them!" ”

The bullets were frighteningly dense, and Eliza was wounded, and she was able to deal with the snipers who were aiming at Byron, and killed another one of the snipers, and she shouted to the outside of the cabin, "Hurry up and find a way, if you don't rush out, you will be trapped here." ”

Born and died countless times, it is not uncommon to encounter more dangerous situations than this.

But there has never been such a grievance as now, there are not enough people, there are no weapons, and it is really consuming people to death.

Eliza's eyes were fixed on Byron, who bit on his soaked cigarette and spit into the sea, "Eliza, give me a gun, run out of bullets for me, and then bring the rope." ”

"What do you want to do? Tie yourself up with a rope and surrender? Eliza asked Byron, carrying the position of the gun and wiping the salty water on her face.

Byron narrowed his eyes fiercely, "Lao Tzu wants to grab the plane." ”

"Are you crazy?! I don't have a fever. Eliza pointed to the plane in the sky and looked at you teasing me, "You calculate the distance from the ground to the plane, what do you use to reach it?" ”

Byron raised his eyebrows, "This ship is all a sieve, it won't take long to escape and it will be overtaken, and flying is the best option." ”

As he spoke, he entered the cabin to avoid the bullets, put one end of the rope in a strange knot on the head of the rocket, and rumbled with the bazooka to the bomber in the sky.

Byron looked at the bomber in the sky that had avoided the rocket launcher several times, grabbed the bomb with the rope to fill it, and with a bang, the rocket grazed the wing.

I saw that the rope tied to the rocket warhead was somehow firmly fixed to the wing, Byron's slender figure was full of tension, and he grabbed the rope and rushed out in the blink of an eye.

One minute.

Five minutes.

Eliza was sweating profusely, and a thick layer of sweat adhered to her exposed skin.

In the darkness she couldn't see where Byron was now, and even if Byron was in danger, she didn't even know where to help.

In the rushing sea and the rain of bullets, the slight heartbeat is so clear that it makes people feel ominous.

Lu Ling, who had lost too much blood and was a little drowsy, held her forehead and opened her eyes, she crawled out of the crack in the wine cabinet, staggered to Eliza's side, searched her eyes, and did not see Byron's figure.