"Get out of here," Derek pounced and shoved Matthew away, "you don't fucking drive a yacht, don't mess with the switches on it." ”

"Then get it moving," said Matthew, who was about to cry out in a hurry, his face covered in blood, his nose having been cracked in the glass, and blood was pouring out of his wounds and nostrils. The yacht is now parked motionless on the river, and it has become a live target entirely.

"Shut up," Derek yelled, fiddling with the switches on the dashboard, "if the hostages hadn't run away, would those soldiers dare to fire at us with bazookas?" ”

"It's all you, Matthew, you bastard has made us all miserable," Derek turned his head, blood-red eyes glaring at Matthew.

Matthew was so frightened by the look on Derek's face that he took a step back and quickly shut his mouth. He wiped the blood from his mouth with his arm, then looked down to see that his arm was also stained red.

The wound on his nose hurt so much that Matthew bared his teeth, but he didn't dare to shout, don't look at his very tall and burly figure, since he was a child, he had a natural fear of this fat cousin.

",," Derek slapped the dashboard angrily, "why are we so unlucky!" ”

The rocket that exploded next to the yacht just now brought a huge shock to the hull, and the yacht's electrical system failed again in the vibration, and the worst thing was that the fuel in the fuel tank had also bottomed out, unless they started to paddle with slurry at this time, otherwise the yacht could only stop in place as a target.

"Jumping ship?" The thought crossed Derek's head for a moment, but then he denied it. If you jump ship, not to mention that there are countless crocodiles lurking in the river, even the soldiers on the shore can use bazookas and machine guns to deal a fatal blow to them, and even if they swim, where can they swim, the other party has a car, even if they do not use thermal weapons, they can easily block the river bank, so that they can only soak in the river and become crocodile rations.

It was the darkest day of Derek's life, and he had never been so depressed, even when disaster struck. He sat down in a daze, his eyes losing their former sparkle. The other three companions on the boat also stared at him blankly, not knowing whether they were waiting for him to come up with an idea, or if they were all stupefied by the predicament in front of them.

"Just wait to die?" Derek asked himself inwardly, and the next moment he jerked to his feet again, grabbed a white rag from the cabin, and rushed out.

A fat body rushed to the bow of the boat, and he desperately waved the white cloth in his hand as he shouted loudly to the shore.

"I surrender!"

"What is he shouting?" Jason asked, tilting his head towards the man next to him.

"He said to shoot at him," the soldier next to him replied playfully.

"Then we'll satisfy him," Jason chuckled.

Eight warheads flew out of the shore with tail smoke, and Derek on the yacht suddenly had his pupils dilated, and he stared blankly at the few black dots in front of him that were rapidly getting bigger, and the white cloth waving in his hand fell. A moment before his consciousness dissipated, there was a word that he had not had time to shout.

"Why don't you let me surrender?"

All consciousness disappeared in an instant in the flames of the explosion, and at least 5 rockets hit the yacht moored directly on the river. At the same time as the warhead exploded, it detonated other munitions that Derek and his family had moved to the yacht before, and for a moment the explosions on the river surface were incessant, and the firelight reflected the entire river surface, and even the white sky seemed to be covered with a touch of red.

The explosion continued for several minutes, leaving only a pile of wreckage on the river like a large salute, and the smoke on the water did not disperse for a long time.

"Surrender, hmph," Jason snorted inwardly, "Daydreaming that if you are going to die so that you can't die anymore, you're going to be able to die again." ”

Mason, who remained in the truck, watched everything that was happening on the shore, and felt nothing but extreme excitement in her heart, her face flushed in the flames of the explosion.

"The Major is really a resolute soldier," Mason was very excited to see Jason and his soldiers slashing the enemy together, and the image of the Major became much taller in her heart, "such a man can be called fearless." ”

"Let's go to the bridge, it's time to see my brother," Jason said to Mason as he pulled the car door.

Everyone walked towards the long bridge not far away, everyone was silent along the way, and the two robes died there, I have to say that this is an unacceptable fact.

Robert and Jeremy's bodies were still lying on the bridge, the blood from their wounds had already coagulated black, because the heads of the shots at close range were no longer intact, and corpse spots crawled all over their skin. Led by Jason, they collected their bodies and buried them together in the dense forest on the other side of the river.

Jason recovers the stolen truck, and although he loses a lot of supplies in the end, he finally retains hope for the rest of the road. This time their pursuit was very decisive, leaving little time for Derek to react, and under their thunderous counterattack, Derek and his gang finally messed up, and when they fled in panic, they encountered a breakdown on the yacht.

Derek is worthy of being a cunning old fox, but no matter how cunning a person is, there are times when he is negligent, although he has left a way out for himself, but he has not calculated the time well, nor has he removed the obstacles on the way to retreat in advance. If they had inspected and maintained the yacht in advance this time, the final result would not have been known. Jason and the others obviously don't have the ability to enter the water network of the Everglades to pursue their group of land snakes, and Derek only needs to lurk, follow Jason's convoy, and rely on the supplies and ammunition he has to wait for the opportunity to harass the convoy from time to time, and it won't take long to drag this team down. When that happens, the result will definitely be rewritten.

However, Derek had no chance to achieve his ambitions, and his life disappeared into the river with the explosion of the yacht. Their traces have since been erased from the Everglades, as if they had never been here.

It was early in the morning when the pursuing troops returned to the lookout, and the traces of the fierce battle of the previous night could still be seen on the lookout and the plank road, and the blood stains on the ground and in the corners seemed to show the survivors of the brutal battle of the previous night, and the corpses were dragged outside the parking lot and piled together, many of which were no longer complete.

The bodies of the convoy members and the corpses of the zombies were placed separately on either side, and when Jason returned, Sergeant Stephen was leading someone to confirm and register the identity of the deceased.

"How's it going," Jason asked his deputy, who was concerned about the situation in the camp and anxious to know the outcome.

"According to the results and the information provided by Captain Kevin, the death toll has been confirmed at 22, including 4 who died on the farm, and the convoy now has 30 people left." After Stephen counted the people brought back by Jason, he reported the number of people counted, "Our soldiers died a total of 12 people, the scientific team died 6 people, and the flight attendant team died 4 people. ”

"I see," Jason sighed, this loss was a big blow to him, the entire team was almost half of the crew, and the most important scientific team members also lost 6 people.

"You count the materials we brought back, and report to me about the losses in this area later." Jason patted Steve on the shoulder, "Thank you, Sergeant. ”

Steve nodded, he hadn't stopped to rest since the attack began at night, his eyes were bloodshot at this time, and his physical exertion was approaching the limit, but fortunately, the soldier's physique was much better than that of ordinary people, and he rushed to the truck with a few soldiers to count the supplies.

After the initial panic, the survivors in the camp were gradually calmed down by Stephen, the crisis on the lookout was lifted, and everyone's tense spirits could finally be relaxed. By the time Jason returned, some of them had fallen asleep again, having just begun to rest at Stephen's arrangement, and were already asleep soundly.

When Jason finds Ciel, he sees her curled up in her sleeping bag sleeping with Kim. Jason didn't bother her, but continued to patrol the camp with someone.

The sun had risen, and the earth seemed to come back to life. In the swamp outside the boardwalk, the waterfowl began to swim happily again, and from time to time crocodiles popped up from the aquatic weeds, and they lazily climbed on the nearby rocks, lying on them and began to feel the warmth of the sun.

Smoke began to rise from the camp, people woke up with the help of soldiers to build fires, and the morning temperature in the Everglades was still a little cold, and most of the people who had just woken up felt a chill, sitting around the fire, drinking coffee from their companions.

"Mario, did you fall asleep last night?" Martin asked her old leader.

"Two or three hours of sleep, that's enough," Mario said, moving his body, "I feel a hundred times more energetic again." ”

"Major, they're back, and they've brought back trucks and supplies," Martin sipped his hot coffee, feeling much more comfortable, "It seems that God has not cut us off." ”

"God is still blessing us," Mario lamented, "and if we can get to New Orleans safely, Jason and they are indebted." ”

"We've lost six colleagues at once, look at what's next," Martin said, looking at Mario, the grief in his eyes flashing.

"Martin, there's no need to suppress your sadness," Martin's look that he tried to hide was still captured by Mario, "After working together for so many years, I still don't know you?" ”

"I'm sad to lose these colleagues, and to be honest, I can't afford to experience this kind of blow again," Mario sighed, his heart overflowing with sadness, "but as long as we live, we must continue to work hard with their goals." ”

"You've always disguised yourself as strong, but you don't have to, Martin," Dr. Mario said as he looked at the sun rising in the woods in the distance, his mind already flying to Atlanta, his heart always thinking about his family who had lost contact with him, "You're not like me, I'm old, and you're in the prime of life." Life is too short to suppress yourself, you have missed a lot in life, and it's still too late to go back and pursue what you have lost. ”

Martin lowered her head and fixed her eyes on the fire in front of her, and she took another sip of her coffee, only to find that the taste in her mouth was extremely bitter.

The sun shone down and fell on Martin's face, and a crystal clear tear slipped down her cheek and fell onto the back of her toasted hand, and when she looked down again, the tears had blurred her eyes.