Everything is difficult at the beginning, and after the first shot, the second time is much easier.

Rafe's arrows were flawless, and if a tuna passed within her range, she would surely die, and the only thing that limited her efficiency was the weak power of the fishing boat, the difficulty of catching up with the tuna, and the ordinary bow and arrow in her hand.

In just two or three days, the small fishing boat's ice-covered warehouse was so full of whole tuna and cut shark fins that the boat was almost out of action.

With so many tuna and sharks dying at her hands, she has no guilt, because guilt binds the rich, and poor people like her are not entitled to guilt.

In her eyes, fish are fish, and even if she kills a million tuna and sharks to extinction, they are still just fish.

The ecstatic captain decided to return to the sea, first sell all the catch, and then go to sea again, anyway, he told her that the price was fixed, and that no matter how much fish she caught, she would not be shared, and the more he caught, the more he earned.

On the night of the return voyage, the drunken captain and the sailor thought they were rich, and they did not know who had the first idea of having fun, and that there were only women on the sea, and she was the only woman on board.

The drunken captain and sailors knocked on her hatch and forced their way in without her permission.

The captain offered a price for her to "play" with them.

The price was very attractive, and she was a little moved, after all, the poor man's body was not worth much, but she knew very well that what a drunk man said was no different from a fart, and even if she agreed, they would probably not pay the money the next day.

As for paying the money first...... Their catch is still on the ship and has not been sold, where is the cash?

So she refused.

It may be that she behaved weak and deceitful on the ship, so weak that she did not look like a transcendent person, which made them more and more emboldened, and even wanted to be stronger.

She resisted.

Their movements were like slow motion in her eyes, but the area of the fishing boat was expensive, the cabin was too narrow, there was only a bunk bed and an aisle, the upper bunk was for luggage, and the lower bunk was for sleepers, and they blocked the doorway, and she couldn't get out anyway.

In the fierce resistance, she picked up the bow and arrow placed on the top bunk, and the familiar feeling was held in her hand, and her body moved as if she had a conscious mind.

Open the bow, draw the string, aim, release the arrow.

The series of movements flowed like a stream, and by the time the flutter of the bowstring brought her back to her senses, an arrow had pierced the bodies of both the captain and the sailor.

But they weren't dead yet, after all, she was used to aiming at fish, and she hadn't tried to aim at people, and the arrow passed through their stomachs and nailed to the bulkhead, leaving four thin blood holes in front and back.

The captain and the sailor did not feel the pain at first under the influence of alcohol, as if the arrow had passed through someone else's body, and they even saw the arrow hole on the other person's body a little funny...... But when they saw the blood flowing out of the arrow holes like tap water, they couldn't laugh anymore and immediately woke up with a scare of the wine.

They panicked and pressed the arrow hole in front of them with one hand, and the arrow hole behind them with the other, trying to block the blood, but it was really difficult for ordinary people to do this difficult posture if they had not practiced, and they couldn't do it.

"You...... What have you done, stop the bleeding for me!" growled the captain.

It was not a question of stopping the bleeding, the arrow pierced their organs, the captain was tall and his intestines were punctured, the sailor was short and his stomach was punctured, the captain was in front and the sailor was behind, and the arrow also went into the stomach of the sailor with some feces from the captain's intestines...... It's scary to think about.

In short, feces and stomach acid are flowing into their abdominal cavity, and if they do not have surgery to close the wounds in their stomach and intestines and remove the feces and gastric juice from the abdominal cavity, their death is only a matter of time.

The most terrifying thing is that they are about to endure a long process of death, so long that they only want to die quickly.

Unless there happens to be a ship passing by, and there happens to be an experienced doctor on this ship, and this doctor also happens to carry a full set of surgical instruments, they will die, but the sea is vast, and they are out to poach, and they are going to take a remote waterway, and they have not even encountered a single ship in the past few days, how can they happen to meet other ships at this time?

"Quick...... Call the Coast Guard...... Tell them where the ship is...... Let them save me......"

In less than half a minute, the captain and sailor felt the rapid loss of strength from their bodies, and they fell to the ground along the bulkhead.

The captain pointed in the direction of the wheelhouse, "The coordinates are...... The coordinates are ......"

He tried to tell her the approximate coordinates, but the drunkenness and fear made him unable to remember the numbers, which made him even more panicked and desperate.

She was overwhelmed and stood still holding her bow, she had pulled the bow countless times, the arrow had pierced the fish's body countless times, the bowstring had cut her fingers countless times, but this was the first time she had hurt someone with a bow and arrow...... Or even killing.

When she first picked up a bow and arrow, her father warned her that it was okay to practice shooting fish, but never to point an arrow at someone, but just now she forgot everything and just wanted to protect herself.

"Bastard...... Go to the wheelhouse and call ...... from the satellite phone," the captain struggled.

The sailor was already holding his stomach and sweating all over his face, unable to say a word, humming like a.

For.

Another arrow came out of the string.

The chirping stopped abruptly.

The arrow entered the sailor's left eye socket and pierced his brain, destroying the central nervous system and instantly halting his physiology.

A thin, dark red stream of blood flowed from his left eye socket and slid down the sailor's cheek like a line of bloody tears.

The captain was stunned, and the second half of the words were choked back into his stomach.

"You...... You don't want to be wrong again and again...... It was a mistake just now, and now it'...... Now you're killing people, you know?"

I don't know if it was due to blood loss or panic, the captain's face turned pale, his lips were blue, and he kept trembling.

"Murder?" she finally came to her senses, shaking her head, "I'm helping him." ”

"Huh?" the captain froze.

"When I was a child, one of my neighbor's dogs was hit by a car, and it hit badly but didn't die, and its owner couldn't bear it to continue to suffer, so he used a homemade shotgun to ......," she paused, "Later, I couldn't shoot the arrow accurately, and some fish were hit by the arrow but didn't die, and the struggle was very painful, so I would give them another arrow." ”

Captain: "......"

He wanted to rant at her, saying that we were human beings, not damn fish or dogs, but he didn't dare, the burning pain in his stomach was spreading, and the stomach acid was digesting his internal organs.

"I ...... I don't hurt, really, it doesn't hurt at all......" He forced out a smile that was more ugly than crying, because he was afraid that her next arrow would "relieve" the pain for him.

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