But it is late at night and the tide is high. The wind and waves are terrifying. If you are unlucky and get caught in the undercurrent, you will not survive.
So those were just words of comfort. The underlying meaning was that if you were unlucky enough to escape too late and couldn't get on the boat, and the situation was critical, you had to fend for yourself and definitely wouldn't risk waiting.
After all, their submarines were blown up by the enemy, and their small boats were already in a state of fear at all times. It was already good enough that they could provide support, so they naturally did not dare to stay for too long.
After realizing this, the atmosphere at the scene became tense again. It was obvious that everyone understood that the next moment was a life-and-death moment, so they naturally had to cheer up.
The discussion seemed to be long, and the battles inside were full of swords and sabers, but in fact, it only took a short while for everyone to hide behind the cover, and most people were fighting back while expressing their opinions.
"The beach is just ahead. There are a lot of changing boxes nearby that can serve as cover. We'll split up and flee from there!"
After deciding what to do next, everyone started firing back with their guns, fighting and retreating at the same time.
Behind them, the FBI personnel holding explosion-proof shields were mainly on the defensive, but they pressed forward step by step and took every step very steadily.
But none of the Black Organization members who escaped felt relieved. Instead, they felt a chill down their spines and dodged as if by reflex.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The sound of sniper rifles rang out twice in succession, making everyone's scalp tingle.
Because at that moment, all of them dodged the scythe swung by the god of death.
After realizing that they were not shot, everyone immediately got up from the ground or adjusted their bodies and continued to run towards the shore.
But there was only one person who was the most embarrassed among them, and that was Gin.
Because neither of the two snipers aimed at anyone, but both locked onto him!
But Gin was also a veteran, and was extremely sensitive to the threat of death. He lunged forward and hid in the shelter behind the rockery on the side of the road.
One of the bullets hit the stone in his face and even cut his face, and blood flowed uncontrollably.
'These people want me dead!'
Without bothering to wipe the blood, Gin's eyes flashed with cruelty when he realized this.
But the next moment, his expression became even uglier.
Because he found that the sniper rifle sound that was supposed to continue to be heard had stopped!
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