"Go back to the car, take your three colleagues and get out of here." Jeremy gave Kevin a push after saying that. He accidentally pulled the wound again, which made him grin.

"Then what will you do?" Kevin takes the gun and looks at Robert and Jeremy.

"Robert is no longer able to move. My wound almost makes me unable to move." Jeremy released his hand from the wound on Robert. The black guy had closed his eyes, and his hand was hanging down, leaving only a scarlet mark on Kevin's corner. "I will accompany my brother. If you can go back to Jason and you return fast enough, maybe I have a chance to live, but I don't have much hope. After all, it is more difficult than winning the lottery of 10 million dollars."

"Well..." Kevin hesitated for a moment, finally nodded, picked up the gun Jeremy gave him and fled in the direction of coming.

"Robert," Jeremy looked at Kevin's back and smiled sadly. "Let's pray for the copilot."

Robert beside him did not move. He was lying on the bridge, and his chest could not feel the ups and downs. The ground around was dyed red with blood. Jeremy could not tell which was Robert's blood and which was his own blood. A gust of wind blew and rippled on the river. Jeremy suddenly felt cold. The pain in the wounds of his thigh and abdomen was not as strong as before.

Jeremy's face looked pale. He raised his hand and inserted the sweat on his face. He found that his hands were cold and his body began to become weak. Jeremy knew that this was a symptom of excessive blood loss, and when he realized it, he began to breathe rapidly.

The things in front of him became a little vague. Jeremy's mouth sent a signal of thirst. He licked his lips with his tongue, and his eyelids slowly began to close unconsciously.

A moment before Jeremy closed his eyes, he saw several figures coming out of a building not far away, which was the tourist center building Robert had proposed to check.

"A bunch of sons of bitches," Jeremy muttered a curse in a weak voice, then his eyes darkened and he fell down.

"Hey, help my friends, they were hit by bullets," Kevin shouted excitedly when he saw several figures coming towards him.

The people coming from the opposite side are getting closer and closer. The four of them carefully approach Kevin together, and their eyes fall on the gun Kevin is holding.

"I need your help, gentlemen," Kevin waved to the man coming.

"What do we need to do? Do we need to shoot more?" One of the people who came by sneered, and his companion laughed too.

Kevin was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that these were the people who had just attacked them. He grabbed the gun hanging around his neck, pointed at the four people in the opposite direction and said, "So you fired it!"

"If you are smart, you should know that the wisest choice at this time is to put down the gun," said a fat man in the opposite coldly. Just after his words, four guns pointed at Kevin.

"You... you!" Kevin was short of breath, and his hand with the gun trembled.

"Bob, help me count to three," said the fat man, pointing at Kevin. "I only give you three seconds to think about it."

"Three," the bald black man in sunglasses jumped over one and two and shouted three directly.

"Pa!" Kevin had already dropped his gun on the ground.

The people opposite were obviously stunned. The fat man glared at the sunglasses man with his eyes. He just asked the sunglasses man to count off just to threaten Kevin. Who knew that the sunglasses man would make a mischief at this time and directly shout out the final number. To their surprise, Kevin was so cooperative that he directly lost his gun.

Several people looked at each other, and the black man went to pick up the gun Kevin had left behind.

"M4 carbine," said the weapon picked up by the Zhuang Han Dynasty. "It's a good thing for the army."

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"I think we can talk about it. You see, I've laid down my weapons," Kevin said.

"You said your partner was hit by a bullet just now." The fat man looked at the bridge in the distance. "How many people were injured?"

"Two," Kevin said. "That was a mistake, wasn't it? Gentlemen."

"It's really a misunderstanding," the fat man nodded. "My name is Derek. I'm the security director of this tourist center. These are all my people."

"I'm Kevin, the co pilot of United Airlines," Kevin said when he heard that the fat man named Derek said it was a misunderstanding.

"Please follow me, my partner needs your help," Kevin said to Derek. He turned around and took the four men to the bridge.

Derek comes to the bridge and sees Robert and Jeremy lying on the ground. Derek's eyelids jump because of their camouflage battle uniforms.

"Are they still alive?" Derek asked doubtfully that the two people on the ground seemed to him to be dead.

"Still alive," Kevin nodded. "Please help him. As far as I know, there is a hospital across the bridge."

"Look at you. Shooting is terrible," Derek turned to Matthew and others.

He went over and took the gun in his hand and aimed it at Robert and Jeremy's head.

Kevin was stunned by the gunshot.

"See? Learn from me. You will be killed in one blow." Derek held the pistol in front of him and blew the smoke that did not exist at the muzzle.

"Are you crazy?" Kevin roared at Derek with blood red eyes.

Derek stepped over the two corpses on the ground and walked in front of Kevin until his face was close to Kevin's face.

"Watch your words," Derek said coldly, and the smell from his mouth made Kevin sick.

Kevin retreated two steps under the threat of Derek. He pointed to the corpses of his companions on the ground and said, "You just said it was a misunderstanding, and then killed them directly with a gun. What do you want to do?"

As soon as Kevin finished speaking, Matthew punched him in the face. As the black man stepped forward, he hit Kevin in the face with a hook fist with his right hand, which nearly knocked him out.

Kevin fell to the ground, his head buzzing and his face burning with pain. He struggled to get up, only to find a gun pointing at his head.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Derek squatted down and asked Kevin.

"You can kill me," Kevin said fiercely. "You can't expect to know anything from me."

"Well, that's as you wish." Still the cold voice, Derek's eyes narrowed.

After the "bang" shot, Kevin touched his dizzy head and found it was still intact on his neck. On the ground beside his head, there was a small pit. Some dust had just been raised in the pit and had not yet fallen back to the ground.

"Sorry, I missed." Derek put the muzzle of the gun on Kevin's head again. "Let's continue."

"I said, I said, please don't kill me." Kevin's courage that he had just gathered collapsed with the gunshot. When the god of death passed by, he felt alive again, and he began to rejoice that he was not dead. Derek's gun, which he continued to push up, crushed his faith and he gave in.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" It is still the cold voice and the cold problem before.

"One of our companions was ill, and we learned that there was a hospital here. They and I came here to look for infusion equipment and drugs." Kevin said nervously, afraid that Derek would kill himself if he was not satisfied.

"How many of you are there, and are others nearby?" Derek continued to ask, and he made a color to his companions beside him, indicating that they would start to guard around.

"There are more than 40 of us, and the others are all at the observation tower of Pahelocchi," Kevin continued. He wanted to hide the information about Jennifer and the three of them in the car, and he also hoped that they could hear the gunshots here and react. It was better to drive away from here.

"How did you three get here?" Derek kept on asking, "Driving? I guess it's not walking."

"Then where is the car parked?" The cold voice came after him and went into Kevin's ears.

"At... the gate of the tourist center," Kevin felt that the muzzle of the gun against his head was strengthened, and he could only tell where the truck was parked.

"Matthew, you and Ian go outside the gate and search their vehicles," Derek told the black strong man and the white thin man.

"Please don't hurt the ladies in the car. They are ill and need to come here for treatment and help." Kevin saw that he could not hide it, so he had to beg.

"Women? How many more!" The bald sunglasses man exclaimed excitedly, "I said there are peach blossoms in my eyes. Now it seems that even sunglasses can't cover them, ha ha."

"Go and bring people here," Derek said. "Women must live."

"You just said that you have more than 40 people. You can't scare me, can you?" Derek knocked Kevin on the head with his gun and asked jokingly.

"They are all soldiers from the Miami military base. They cooperated with our airline company to carry out escort missions before," Kevin said. "Sir, I'm willing to say anything. Would you please take the gun away from my head?"

"No, I think my gun likes your head very much. It's willing to hold your head," Derek said.

"Boss, there are so many of them, so they must have brought a lot of supplies," Bob said. "Look at the guys they are holding. They are all good things from the army."

Robert's gun was picked up by Bob. He hung the gun around his neck, and then took the gun to pose in some positions that he thought were very handsome.

"Who are you escorting?" Derek asked.

"A group of scientists from Tampa Research Institute," Kevin lay on the ground, his body seemed to be drained. His face was covered with dust. It could not be seen that he was a co pilot.

"It looks like a big prey," said Derek, licking his lips and looking in the direction of the observation tower of Pahelocchi.