Mo Nanjue raised his hand to block, and the hook sliced through his palm, blood splattering. He squinted his eyes, endured the pain, gripped tightly, and pulled hard!
Four people on a rope all plunged into the sea.
Bang bang bang!
Seeing things weren't going well, the people on the yacht started shooting. Mo Nanjue crouched down, bullets whizzed past his head, and the helicopter circled in the air, soon surrounded by the approaching enemy helicopters, engaging in a fierce aerial battle.
Mo Beiyan and Chen An stood at the bow of the boat, noticing waves suddenly rising on the sea surface. Chen An leaned against the inner wall, glanced, and said, "It's going to be high tide."
The fog is so dense, helicopters are already difficult to see, and now the rising tide is adding fuel to the fire...
Bang!
