The speed of the smuggling ship couldn't possibly compare with the John Brock, and soon, the smuggling ship was overtaken by the John Brock.
When John Brock could see the figures on the smuggling ship, he let out a laugh.
With a cigar in his mouth, both hands on the heavy machine gun...
Da-da-da-da-da...
Bullets sprayed onto the smuggling ship as if they were free.
The smugglers, who had already raised their hands to surrender, hadn't even reacted when blood mist erupted from their bodies.
Realizing surrendering was useless, they hurriedly took out their weapons to counterattack.
In this situation, George Monk could no longer heed John Brock's orders, kicked aside the person standing next to him, and took control of another heavy machine gun to fire at the opponents.
The rest followed suit, started shooting as well; if it weren't for the goods on the ship, they would have fired the cannon.
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