Chapter 41 We are surrounded
Not far away, the ship carrying the Su family's supplies floated on the sea like a withered leaf.
Ups and downs, drifting aimlessly.
Su Meng clearly remembered the ship's number—沪C888.
"Didn't it escape last night? Why is it still here?"
"Move up!" Huo Zhenhua stood up, picked up his sniper rifle, squinted at the scope, and calmly gave the order.
Then he sighed, "They've all perished!"
Su Meng clasped her hands tightly on her lap and sighed as well.
They ultimately could not escape their fate and perished!
Perhaps, their acceptance of Shen Wuyang's employment sealed their fate.
Where is Shen Wuyang?
Now, her biggest concern is Shen Wuyang, who is on the run.
She would be unable to eat or sleep if he escaped right under her nose.
For some reason, Huo Zhenhua glanced at her sideways, tossed her the sniper rifle, and said, "I'll lend it to you for now. You're not going to commit suicide, are you?"
Su Meng grinned, revealing eight big white teeth, and steadily caught the sniper rifle. "How could I make such a basic mistake? Backstabbing you seems easier, doesn't it?"
Huo Zhenhua choked, glanced at her, and said something surprising: "Aren't you afraid of me anymore?"
Su Mengxin said, "What good will it do to be afraid of you? I can kill people, why would I be afraid of a toothless tiger like you?"
She showed no emotion, completely ignoring him and focusing intently on the sights with a cold expression.
Suddenly, a person appeared on the deck of the opposite ship.
“It’s Shen Wuyang! He’s on that ship,” Su Meng said.
Huo Zhenhua also set up his binoculars to search. "They're all on the boat. Oh no! They're trying to escape by ship."
A steamship certainly has more horsepower than a fishing boat.
This made it even harder for them to catch up with Shen Wuyang and the others.
Seeing Shen Wuyang continue throwing corpses into the sea with impunity, and even looking at their fishing boat with a disdainful expression.
Su Meng was furious. After estimating the distance between the two, she quickly took out a longer gun barrel from her spatial storage.
She then discovered that among the supplies she had collected the previous night were several boxes of gun parts.
This is a good opportunity to try modifying it, just like what's described in the book.
She moved quickly, and with a click, the magazine was slammed into the magazine well.
The bolt was violently pulled back and pushed forward, and the firing pin made a cold, crisp metallic sound inside the chamber.
The extended barrel, like a taut steel cable, gleamed darkly in the warm morning sun.
Huo Zhenhua and Wang Qinglin were focused on the large ship they were about to leave, and had no idea that Su Meng had modified a sniper rifle in such a short time.
"Commander, they've set sail. What do we do?"
Wang Qinglin stood anxiously beside the diesel engine, picking up his gun and then putting it down again, feeling resentful but helpless because of the insufficient range.
Huo Zhenhua gripped the binoculars tightly, the muscles on his forearms bulging like small hills.
His face was stern, his brows furrowed. "Keep chasing!"
Even if you can only catch up with its shadow, you can't give up.
Just then, a shot rang out.
The surrounding air was torn apart like a sheet of white paper, the "ripping" sound stimulating the auditory nerves and constantly echoing.
With a red dot on the muzzle, the bullet hurtled forward like a vengeful ghost under the King of Hell, flying straight toward Shen Wuyang, who was 600 meters away.
Wang Qinglin suddenly turned around, gun at an angle, staring intently at Su Meng. His lips moved a few times, but he hesitated, afraid of startling her. All his surprise was like a date pit stuck in his throat.
Huo Zhenhua squinted at the girl whose face was pressed against the butt of the gun, his expression inscrutable.
Instead, his gaze followed the bullet as it flew away, and he waited quietly.
In the morning light, Shen Wuyang, who was throwing away the corpses with his back to them, seemed to sense something. As he turned around, a bullet pierced through his back.
The flying blood mist resembled a blooming spider lily, dazzling and beautiful.
"Hit!"
Her slightly raised tone carried a smug smile, her eyes narrowed, and her laughter was unrestrained and radiant.
Huo Zhenhua raised an eyebrow in surprise and said in plain language, "Not bad!"
However, the next sentence is: "We ran into each other again!"
Su Meng had no professional shooting training; she learned both her posture and technique on her own during the crisis.
Her ability to hit a target 600 meters away with a single shot is truly an extraordinary performance.
This Type 97 sniper rifle has an accurate range of 600 meters. Even if she changed the barrel, it wouldn't become a Type 99 sniper rifle and wouldn't be able to reach 900 meters.
Wang Qinglin exclaimed, "The range just now should be at least 700 meters, Comrade Su, how did you do that?"
Su Meng raised her hand to brush away the wind-blown strands of hair, and was about to speak when she saw the large ship turning around.
"It's going to run away!"
She had barely finished speaking when the sniper rifle was in Huo Zhenhua's hands.
The man's voice was deep, carrying a cold, stern, and domineering tone, "Trying to run? You can't."
Su Meng looked at the man holding the gun, whose aura suddenly became dangerous, focused, and cold, and silently observed his movements and posture.
He raised his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger in one smooth motion.
That's amazing!
You hit it!
Su Meng looked at him with admiration, her starry eyes blinking, when she heard the rumbling of motors coming from all directions.
"Commander, we're surrounded." Wang Qinglin stood at the bow of the boat, carrying a gun and looking around with binoculars. "There are three boats in total, about fifteen or sixteen people."
Su Meng's heart skipped a beat.
It’s over!
They're going to be swallowed by the sea!
She stood bare-handed on the small fishing boat with no shelter, like a seabird with broken wings, easily swallowed by a small wave.
You blockhead, think of something quick!
Having finally managed to change the plot a little, she didn't want to end up drowning at sea like in the book.
Hiding in a spatial dimension?
But she had tested it; she could enter the space from wherever she came out.
They are in the deep sea now, and when they come out, they will still be in the deep sea.
How is she going to get back?
She can't stay in that space forever, can she?
Just then, Huo Zhenhua's calm voice was heard, "Su Meng, you take the helm. Wang Qingling, we'll break through, one in front and one behind!"
The surrounding ships haven't completely closed in yet; if they hurry, they have a chance to break through.
Wang Qinglin: "Yes!"
Su Meng took a deep breath, exchanged a glance with Huo Zhenhua, and seeing his determined expression, felt reassured. "Okay!"
She heard his innermost thoughts at that moment.
He said, "You think you can keep me here with such a paltry trick? Dream on!"
Because of his powerful words, Su Meng grabbed the railing and, swaying but strong, returned to her post.
"Break through towards nine o'clock!"
Huo Zhenhua's voice was cold and firm. He fought back with a gun, and his gun went off with the force of an entire regiment.
Wang Qinglin was equally adept, using both pistols to thwart close-range attacks.
However, there isn't much firepower at close range.
Su Meng firmly believes that while she is at the helm, she can also eliminate several close-range enemies.
She took another sniper rifle out of her backpack and threw it to Wang Qinglin, saying, "Here, take this. Give me your hand."
Upon hearing this, Wang Qinglin subconsciously glanced at Huo Zhenhua.
Seeing the man nod, he quickly switched guns.
With two sniper rifles and Su Meng occasionally firing a shot to harass the enemy, they narrowly managed to insert themselves between the two ships.
They were just a hair's breadth away from breaking through the encirclement.
Su Meng was filled with excitement. She bit her lip, took the helm with one hand, and fired her gun whenever she saw an opportunity, occasionally managing to catch a dead mouse by sheer luck.
But she was just an ordinary person after all. When she sensed death, she was still in the shooting position when she was completely stunned.
"Su Meng!"
Huo Zhenhua's face was contorted with rage. He leaped forward and grabbed Su Meng.
That one pull actually brought Su Meng back from the brink of death.
He glanced at it quickly, then launched a furious counterattack.
Su Meng's face was covered in warm blood, and she suddenly woke up.
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