"Bombardment!" I shouted loudly, mocking Lao Lan.

But now Lao Lan's figure has disappeared in the thick smoke after the shelling. Before that, he had already retreated to the outside of the platform, probably escaping from the corridor over the elevator. And I originally wanted to follow him and escape.

, but by chance, the explosion damaged a steel platform, and the iron rods and debris instantly collapsed in front of me, blocking my way.

I cursed, turned around and ran back to the platform. Immediately afterwards, the third round of shelling followed, and the deafening explosion made me almost lose my balance and fall. The fragments generated by the explosion seemed to damage something, but at this moment

The scene has become a mess, and iron shelves seem to be falling from the sky all the time.

Only when the bombardment subsided did I retreat from the bunker.

After being frightened, I took a look around the platform. I originally wanted to look for the cloaked man in the awkward scene, but he had already left. Even though the fight just now was a bit embarrassing, I was more or less aware of it.

We are somewhat unwilling to do so, because we let go of a parliamentary agent, and it is hard to say whether they will come to attack us again in the future.

What's more, I almost died in his hands. If I were to say that the shot was the most thrilling to me, it was this one.

And this time the source came from one person: Hunter, this underachieving parliamentary spy did not complete his mission. It seemed that his achievements in recent years were just a waste of time. At this time, he quietly

He was lying on a pole next to the platform, with a dent in his head caused by the steel frame, and blood flowed from the wound to his feet.

He deserved his death, I agree with that. At least his life was not ended by me, and I would not feel pity when I saw such a way of death. After all, poor people must be hateful.

So, I gritted my teeth and ran out of the area. My top priority at this time was to escape back to the boat. I happened to be still some distance away from the stairs, especially when some oil storage tanks started to explode one after another.

When driving, dangerous explosions and fragments hindered my movement, making the running process particularly difficult.

After the bombardment, some of the fuel stored on the platform also began to splash, and a lot of it ignited equipment such as nearby steel frame handles. There were also some flames that blocked my way forward, so I could only borrow some along the way.

The plates and supports climbed hard and jumped forward. Fortunately, the lower level of the platform was not affected, otherwise the entire drilling platform would explode and sink, and the international public opinion would be so heated that I don't want to be one of their topics.

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I also saw the large pile of fuel barrels that Hunter was preparing to carry. They were placed quietly next to the steps. They were originally going to be carried away, but now it is probably too late to revive Hunter. How ridiculous, I thought to myself.

, now we can't take these things away.

Flames ignited some fuel pumps, and exploding gas tanks created dangerous splashes. I was hit in the back several times by these things. They were all carrying fuel ignited by sparks, and I had to throw off all my clothes, jackets, and gloves.

Then he hurriedly climbed down from the platform, which looked like it was after the earthquake.

After avoiding these dangerous splashes, I successfully descended to the lower level of the platform and followed the iron platform to the dock at the lowest level.

But when I got there, I didn't see Wei Lao or the patrol boat. This was strange, because they didn't stay where they were. For a moment, I felt like I was abandoned.

It's hard to say, who could have thought that there was an old navy ship driving far away? At this time, it was still banging towards the upper platform, and the small oil storage cylinder on the second floor also rolled to the bottom of the stairs with the vibration.

They were like stones rolling down the valley, one oil barrel after another rolling to my feet.

Then, there was another engine sound nearby. I turned my head to look for the source of the sound, but was surprised to find Lao Lan and the others coming back in a patrol boat. And I just had the idea to move the fuel out.

, these quantities are completely enough to provide the cold weather during the storm season. The oil storage barrels originally on this platform were probably prepared by Hunter before. Due to the southern state army, he only needed to store them in batches.

Move this oil out.

But given his previous moving conditions, I don’t think it would take more than ten days to complete the move.

"Why did you have to walk around the drilling platform for a long time? I thought you were gone." I complained to Wei Lao and the others.

"We should leave!" Wei Lao didn't mean to joke with me. "If that warship continues to fire," he reminded.

As he finished speaking, there was a burst of gunfire from the distant coastline, and then several artillery shells whizzed over. As Wei Lao cursed, the explosion spread to the lower platform, and the vibration also suppressed his words.

.A few shells even hit the sea near the patrol boat, and the waves caused by the shells aroused everyone's panic to the highest level.

"Come up quickly! Before the next round of bombardment!" Lao Lan reminded me to get on the boat, shouting non-stop due to anxiety.

And I didn’t think much about it. I couldn’t take away the dozens of barrels of oil on the platform. If Hunter died and found out that all the oil he collected was all in vain, I would be miserable. So I raised my foot and

I kicked several oil barrels down and kicked them into the sea water. Then I jumped off the platform and used the floating oil barrels to step next to the patrol boat.

Lao Lan and the others helped me drag a barrel of fuel onto the ship. Then, when I boarded the ship, the fourth round of bombardment began its aimless bombardment.

A cannonball hit the crane on the top floor of the platform, and the steel frame and other messy things hit the sea near us. For a moment, everyone became worried, fearing that the next cannonball would hit them. There was an explosion.

Although it is deafening, fortunately, I am still ringing in my ears now that I am covering my ears. No matter how loud the explosion is, it doesn't matter to me, as long as I am not deafened.

Fortunately, the shelling occurred after the ship had evacuated, and the shells this time did not cause any damage or impact. If the explosion had affected the pile of oil, then the drilling platform would probably be gone.

After the panic, the ships also evacuated this area of ​​​​the sea. Wei Lao sailed the ship south and returned to the lighthouse island again. There was no way, the sea traffic was strictly blocked, and the east was guarded by the destroyer of the United Parliament, showing the old style of the southern state.

Warship patrol. If an old navy ship hadn't suddenly appeared at the entrance to the sea and the sea, I wouldn't be in a place like this now with nowhere to stay.

"So, is that guy Hunter dead?" Sheng Neng asked casually during the boat trip.

"He's dead. He was crushed to death by a heavy object." I answered casually.

"Did he leave anything? Like a warning or a threat?"

Lao Lan squinted at the barrel of oil that I grabbed and shook his head. "Maybe the explosion was too loud and I didn't hear it clearly."

"But this is a good thing. At least no one on the island will pay to hire people to hunt us down!" I said in pain while treating my wounds by the railing.

"Pursuit? He died with his body still cold. Every time we solve a bad problem, we will continue to be involved in the next one."

In the middle of a dispute." Lao Lan gritted his teeth and said, "And now another parliamentary agent pops up, my God!"

"It's not that bad. At least we still have a barrel of fuel. I comforted myself.

"It's not that bad?" Lao Lan sat up from the deck, pointed at the drilling platform to the north and gradually disappeared into the sea level, and shouted angrily: "That guy almost killed us both! Come on, this life depends on it.

Thanks to luck and that knife, if he really used a real gun and knife together, we would have no chance of survival."

Wei Lao was still listening in suspense, and said: "Aren't you just going after Hunter? Why did you meet the parliamentary agent again?"

"We met another agent of the United Council..." I answered, enduring the pain of having alcohol applied to the wound: "He has so many advantages that he single-handedly took over all the guards deployed on the drilling platform in the southern state."

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"Damn the lackeys of the parliament. We almost died there today. I don't want to fight head-on with these non-human beings again." Lao Lan gave up and lay back down.

"That's really...lucky..." Shu Juan sighed. Such a fearful trip made him feel scared, "It's good that we are still alive. Don't be so reckless next time, Old Han."

I pretended not to hear, kept my eyes closed, and continued to feel the shaking of the waves, and then gradually fell asleep. At this time, our crew members all fell into an unspeakable embarrassing state. Of course, I understand their

Thoughts, my blindness and recklessness caused the crew members to get into trouble again and again, and this time they almost lost their lives.

When they go in, they just want to find a stable and peaceful place to live, instead of traveling between dangers.

But Wei Lao and the others didn't blame me.

Maybe there will be a period of time when I will think about what I have done, such as killing, stealing, robbing, etc. This is entirely out of selfish self-preservation behavior. In a world lacking the rule of law, all actions are illegal.

Everything is done for the benefit of oneself and the group, in order to survive. At present, survival supplies are getting less and less, whether it is food or energy, these things can no longer be found in the urban area.

The remaining citizens in the city can only survive as a group, or they can only obtain supplies by killing people and selling goods. But what am I doing?

I spent most of my time running away, or pursuing something that was invisible and intangible. In the end, we also had food and equipment, and we were able to fight for some living environment by ourselves. But every time we fought, we almost lost our lives.

It even affected the safety of their friends. I could see that they were tired of this kind of life. The running and tiring fighting was beyond what ordinary people could accept, and it was also accompanied by risks and dangers from time to time.

The point is, I brought them into this risky survival journey. I was indeed a little reckless, but every action was too reckless. Do I really have to analyze the pros and cons? What if even they

They're all gone, but I still don't have anything left.

After that, Wei Lao once again docked the boat to the north of the lighthouse island. He originally thought that he would encounter the same group of militant villagers from last time after landing, but this time he did not. But to put it bluntly, these villagers were just the same gangsters.

They are just hired thugs. Will they all fly away when the disaster comes?

It wasn't until we got to the island that we discovered that these villagers had been killed.

This is not surprising, whether it is the people in the Joint Council or the people in the southern states. Now the fact that someone is drilling the drilling platform and the rich oil resources below has been known to the military guys, and there is no doubt that the villagers on the island are the most suspicious.

, and since Hunter is dead, it is normal practice for someone to close the message completely.

I witnessed the death of these villagers along the way. They were indeed fighting against a force, but the opponent was obviously stronger than these villagers. Gunshot wounds and lacerations could be seen everywhere on the corpses. It is hard to imagine that there would be

Who has so much ability to slaughter a whole village? I even noticed carefully that the corpses of these villagers were still warm and the blood had not turned black and caked. It seemed that this happened not long ago.

Not far from the square at the entrance of the village, I spotted that figure again. He was still wearing that mysterious mask, and seemed to be deliberately waiting for the arrival of our group.

"It took you so long to come here, how much effort did you spend?" he said to us maliciously.
Chapter completed!