One by one, subordinates fell in succession, most dying from the explosion's shrapnel.
Watching the entire ship riddled with holes, Carlos Scott threw away the gun in his hand.
Standing loyally by his side, Carl Lucas, with a tragic expression, said nothing, and like Carlos Scott, also threw away his gun.
No need to resist anymore, the opponent came on fiercely and with powerful firepower, only the two of them were left, what else could they do?
"Mr. Scott, could you come out for a meeting?"
Outside the cabin, a familiar voice sounded.
Carlos Scott slowly stood up, straightened his clothes, and without a word, Carl Lucas followed behind.
On the deck filled with smoke and mangled bodies, twenty meters away, Carlos Scott saw Shi Qinghua sitting on that missile boat.
This voice was very familiar, finally meeting at the last moment.
"Where is Yang Fan?" Carlos Scott asked.
"Are you still unconvinced, unwilling?" Shi Qinghua raised his voice.
