"There's the visitor center gate ahead," Mason said, pointing ahead, "and we met the group of people who came to grab us outside the gas station next to it. ”

"Can the truck go to the innermost?" Jason looked over to where Mason was pointing, and finally saw the gas station Mason was talking about, surrounded by a grove of trees.

"Yes, Major, the road inside is very wide," Mason took the opportunity to show Jason the way, and looked at the man a few more times, and her heart began to feel a little different.

"The truck we're driving now seems to have been parked in the parking lot inside," Mason said.

The Major followed Mason's direction and turned the truck into the visitor center, where four trucks drove past the parking lot she had just mentioned, in a long snake-like formation.

"Where is the lobby of the visitor center?" Jason surveyed the road as the truck rounded several tall trees and a dock appeared in front of him.

The sky had turned white, the stars in the canopy were no longer visible, and some early herons fluttered their wings from the trees, their crisp chirping in this quiet moment.

"That building on the dock is the Visitor Center Building," Mason pointed in the direction of the dock, and as far as she could see, she suddenly saw several familiar figures, "Major, it's them, and the group is there!" ”

Derek looked up beside the yacht, sweat sliding down his fat face, the cool morning breeze failing to take away the dryness of his body. The fat director gasped as he turned his head to look in the direction behind him, which almost scared him into the water by the dock.

"They're coming, they're chasing here!" Derek shouted, his voice trembling, and the three companions looked in the direction of his gaze to see several trucks in the distance coming towards them.

The trucks were all too familiar to them, having been parked in the visitor center's parking lot for a long time, until Derek began to use them as "containers" for collecting zombies. Director Fat brutally kills some of the people who escaped here, and hangs their bodies in the innermost part of the truck compartment. The inner wall of the carriage was brushed by them with the blood of the dead, and the thick smell of blood emitted from it began to attract nearby zombies.

The fat supervisor let several of his subordinates drive these trucks around the visitor center slowly, the huge horn of the truck attracted more and more zombies in the vicinity, and when the surrounding zombies were almost following behind the truck, they stopped the truck, and then left the rear compartment open and waited for the zombies to swarm in. The back of the four trucks contained almost all the zombies in the entire visitor center, and the few lone zombies were disposed of by them with guns, and the corpses were thrown into the river and floated down the current into the sea.

"Get on board," Derek shouted to his companion, his fat body solidly jumping onto the deck of the yacht.

"There's still so much to move," Bob said with some reluctance at the rest of the truck, and Ian, seeing that he was still stunned, grabbed his clothes and pulled him onto the yacht.

Matthew also threw away a box he had just carried, which fell to the ground and cracked, and several grenades rolled out of the crack and fell into the water. The falling grenade startled Matthew, and he jumped onto the bow of the yacht and ran towards the cockpit without looking back.

The fat man was already in the cockpit and started to start the yacht, his fat head was on the throttle handle, he pulled the handle to the medium speed position, then turned on the circuit switch and pressed the button. The engine didn't respond, and a cold sweat broke out on Derek's head.

"Hurry! Come on! Derek shouted nervously, he had never been so flustered in his life. As the pursuers approached, he remembered that during the time the yacht was moored on the dock, they had never maintained it. Derek glanced at the instrument panels of the battery and fuel tanks, and his mood plummeted for a moment.

The yacht travels nearly 300 kilometres from Havana across the Gulf of Mexico to Cape Florida, and if it weren't for the fact that fuel is running out, his owner might have chosen to drive all the way along the coastline to Cape Coral, which is close to Fort Myers and Port Charlotte.

Of course, food and fresh water on the yacht are also a problem, which is why they urgently docked at the visitor center. But who would have thought that their fate would be ended here by a group of surviving security guards.

"They're going to run," the truck stopped on the dock, and Jason rushed ahead, followed by seven soldiers, and Mason tried to follow, but was stopped by Jason.

Jason told her to stay in the car and pounced on the yacht with the man himself.

Derek waited hard for the battery to recharge for one minute, and when he was sixty in his mind, his fingers quickly pressed the button again, and this time the engine finally turned. The fat supervisor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, grabbed the steering wheel of the yacht with both hands, and began to pour it out of the dock.

The yacht hadn't moved for half a day before, and Matthew, who was standing at the bow, was in a hurry. Just when he could see the faces of his pursuers, the ship finally moved. The yacht reversed backwards, then began to turn around and prepare to leave the dock.

"Haha, you bastards, eat Lao Tzu's fart." Matthew looked at the departing dock and began to feel proud, he took off his pants and twisted his ass against the soldiers who were chasing him on the shore.

"Bitch bastard!" Matthew's actions made the soldiers angry, and the only yacht in the vicinity had already sailed dozens of meters away, and the people on the shore held their breath, but the people on board breathed a sigh of relief.

"They're coming so fast," Ian slumped on the open-air couch outside the cockpit, his clothes soaked with sweat, and he began to feel a chill in the cool breeze, which made him sneeze.

"God forbid!" Derek's mouth kept repeating the phrase, and he was the only one on the yacht who knew what was going on. The yacht had almost run out of fuel, and after a long voyage without maintenance, its electrical system was likely to fail again, and it was a blessing in misfortune to be able to start it in time, but how far the yacht could go next, Derek was not sure at all.

On the bow of the boat Matthew was still writhing his hot butt as he demonstrated to the pursuers in this way, Ian, who was leaning on the couch, laughed at his movements, and Bob lay nervously on the side of the boat as he saw that the people on the shore had set up their guns.

"Bah, bah!" Several bullets hit the side of the yacht, and the sound of gunfire scared the bare-bottomed men who stood on the bow and danced vigorously. Matthew stepped into the cabin to avoid the bullets, but his pants that had faded below his knees tripped his feet, and he threw himself into the cabin, slamming his face on the glass of the wheelhouse.

Matthew's nose cracked in the glass, and the blood made a mark on it. The strong man endured the pain and crawled into the cockpit, and the whole person lay on the ground gasping for breath.

"Put your pants on, shame on you!" Derek gave him a disdainful look, he was in a terrible mood. The whole situation seems to have changed on the way back, and they have suddenly changed from active to passive, and from the advantage of returning home with a full load to the disadvantage of losing a dog.

The Lucky Scales had stopped tilting their favor since the sneak attack in the early hours of the morning, and Derek and his gang first made a serious mistake in estimating the strength of their opponents, and then they lost their hole cards - hostages. Derek felt extremely annoyed at this time, and even began to regret the idea of fighting this unit.

It's just that the benefits and risks are often proportional.

The people on the yacht were either hiding in the cockpit or lying on the deck, and the fire on the shore seemed to be ineffective.

"Go to the back of our truck and see if they've taken those Type 136 AT-4 portable rocket launchers," Jason said to the soldiers around him, who were now firing bullet holes in the yacht's hull and not hurting the people hiding inside.

"Major, it's all here," one soldier shouted excitedly, as he began to move the weapons out of the carriage.

Several soldiers quickly pried open the equipment box and removed the powerful single-use weapon, each with one on his shoulder, and the holes of the bazookas were aimed at the yacht on the river in the distance.

"What's that, God!" The strange movements of the soldiers on the shore caught the attention of everyone in the yacht, and Derek leaned over the glass of the wheelhouse and looked at the shore, "Why didn't anyone tell me there was such a thing in the truck?" ”

Derek's roar had not yet dissipated in the cockpit, when suddenly a loud bang was heard, and the impact of the explosion shook the hull of the yacht to the side, and the people on board fell to the side as the hull was shaken open, and Derek's head hit the hatch with a blow that made his eyes glaze out.

"FACK, missed a bit," the soldier who had just fired the rocket tossed his finished rocket aside, and pulled a new one out of the box.

"Ready to see me," another soldier began to aim at the yacht.

Jason also took a bazooka from his companion's hand, he put the bazooka on his shoulder, and said to the soldiers around him while aiming: "Brothers, those bastards on the yacht have killed many of us, and there are still a lot of blood debts waiting for them to repay on the lookout, everyone should not be polite to them, set up the bazooka and launch it together, and the old man who hit it will go back and apply for a medal for him." ”

"Derek, what's going on, why did the yacht stop?" Matthew got up from the ground, threw himself in front of the console and began fiddling with the switches, and after the vibration had passed, the yacht suddenly stopped.

The firepower of those soldiers on the shore made Matthew and the others frightened, and now he just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, as far from the shore as possible.

The yacht came to a sudden halt, and the people on board were at a loss.