Bullets rained down like a torrential rain, and the fishing boat bumped on the waves and was about to break apart at any time. Lin Zhiqiang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and whispered, "I've got you involved. The foreign agents who are chasing us borrowed the Marine Police's boat." The father and son in the gray industry were drawn into the vortex of the secret war between the great powers, and the outline of the machine gun on the speedboat was clearly visible. The father was shot in the arm but still held on to the steering wheel tightly, and ordered him to rush to the reef area while his son jumped into the sea to escape. Lin Chao looked at the dark reefs in the distance and the black muzzle behind him. Jumping into the sea was no different than being a target. In this world, human life is thinner than paper.
