"The front door of the tourist center is in front of us," Mason said, pointing to the front. "We met the group of people who came to catch us outside the gas station next to it."

"Can the truck drive to the innermost place?" Jason looked at the position Mason pointed to, and finally saw the gas station Mason said in the woods.

"Yes, Major, the road inside is very spacious." Taking the opportunity to show Jason the way, Mason looked at the man again, and her heart began to feel different.

"The truck we're driving seems to have been parked in the parking lot," Mason said.

Major turned the truck into the tourist center in the direction indicated by Mason. Four trucks lined up like snakes and drove past the parking lot she just mentioned.

"Where is the lobby of the tourist center?" Jason looked around the road. The truck bypassed several tall trees, and a dock appeared in front of him.

The sky has turned white, and the stars in the sky are no longer visible. Some early herons rise from the forest, and their clear songs spread in this quiet moment.

"The building on the dock is the tourist center building," Mason pointed toward the dock. As far as she could see, she suddenly saw several familiar figures, "Major, it's them. That group is there!"

Derek beside the yacht raised his head, the sweat slipped from his fat face, and the cool morning wind could not take away the heat from him. The fat supervisor breathed heavily. He turned his head and looked behind him. It didn't matter. He almost fell into the water beside the dock.

"Here they are, here they are!" Derek shivered, and his voice trembled. The three companions looked in the direction of his vision, and found that several trucks were driving towards them in the distance.

These trucks are very familiar to them. They were parked in the parking lot of the tourist center for a long time before. They didn't start moving again until Derek began to use them as "containers" for collecting zombies. The fat supervisor brutally killed some people who escaped here and hung their bodies in the back of the truck. On the inner wall of the carriage, they brushed it with the blood of the dead, and the thick bloody smell from it began to attract the nearby zombies.

The fat supervisor asked several of his subordinates to drive these trucks around the tourist center slowly. The huge horn of the truck attracted more and more zombies nearby. When the zombies around almost followed the truck, they stopped the truck and opened the back compartment to wait for the zombies to rush in. Almost all the zombies in the whole tourist center were loaded in the back carriages of the four trucks. A small number of single zombies were disposed of by them with guns. The corpses were thrown into the river and floated into the sea along the current.

"Get on the boat quickly," Derek shouted to his companion. As soon as he spoke, his fat body had already jumped onto the deck of the yacht steadily.

"There are so many things left to be moved," Bob was a little reluctant to leave the materials left on the truck. Ian saw that he was still in the same place, and he grabbed his clothes and pulled him onto the yacht.

Matthew also lost a box he had just carried. The box fell on the ground and cracked. Several grenades rolled out of the crack and fell into the water. The falling grenade startled Matthew. He jumped onto the bow of the yacht and ran towards the cockpit without looking back.

Fat man has started to start the yacht in the cockpit. His fat head is on the throttle handle. He pulls the handle to the medium speed position, then turns on the circuit switch, and presses the press button. The engine didn't respond, and cold sweat came out of Derek's head.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" Derek cried nervously. He had never been so nervous in his life. When the pursuers were approaching, he remembered that they had never maintained the yacht during the period when it was moored on the wharf. Derek glanced at the instrument panel of the battery and fuel tank, and his mood fell to the valley.

This yacht goes all the way from Havana through the Gulf of Mexico to Cape Florida, and the journey is nearly 300 kilometers. If the fuel is not running out, its owner may choose to drive along the coastline to Cape Coral, which is close to Fort Myers and Charlotte Port.

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Of course, the food and fresh water on the yacht are also a problem, which is also the reason why they urgently stop at the tourist center. But who would have thought that their fate was ended here by a group of surviving security guards.

"They are going to run away," the truck stopped on the dock. Jason rushed ahead, with seven soldiers closely behind. Mason also planned to follow, but Jason stopped him.

Jason let her stay in the car, and he rushed to the yacht with his people.

Derek waited hard for the end of the one minute period when the battery was recharged. When he was silent in his mind until 60, his fingers quickly pressed the button again, and this time the engine finally turned. The fat supervisor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took the steering wheel of the yacht with both hands and began to dump it from the dock.

Before, the yacht had not moved for a long time, and Matthew, standing at the bow, was in a hurry. Just when he could see the faces of the pursuers clearly, the ship finally moved. The yacht fell back and began to turn around to leave the dock.

"Ha ha, you bastards, eat my fart." Matthew looked at the departing dock and began to feel proud. He took off his pants and twisted his butt against the soldiers chasing on the shore.

"Bitch son of a bitch!" Matthew's action made the soldiers very angry. The only yacht nearby had already left dozens of meters away. The people on the shore were choking, but the people on the boat were relieved.

"They came very quickly," Ian collapsed on the open-air sofa outside the yacht cockpit. His clothes were soaked with sweat. After the cool wind, his body began to feel some cold, which made him sneeze.

"God bless!" Derek kept repeating this sentence. He was the only one on the yacht who knew the current situation. The fuel of this yacht has almost been used up, and it has not been maintained for a long time after a long voyage. Its circuit system is likely to malfunction again. Just now, it was fortunate to be able to start in time. However, Derek is not sure how far the yacht can go.

Matthew on the bow was still wantonly twisting his boils covered buttocks. He demonstrated to the pursuers in this way. Ian, leaning on the sofa, was amused by his actions, but Bob lay nervously on the side of the ship, because he saw that people on the shore had guns.

"Bang, Bang!" Several bullets hit the side of the yacht, and the gunshot would frighten the naked man standing at the bow and dancing vigorously. Matthew opened his legs to escape bullets in the cabin, but his pants slipped below his knees and caught his feet. His body rushed into the cabin, and his face fell on the glass of the cab.

Matthew's nose broke on the glass, and his blood made a mark on it. The strong man endured the pain and crept into the cockpit, and the whole person was lying on the ground, breathing heavily.

"Put your pants on, shame!" Derek looked at him contemptuously. He was in a terrible mood. The whole situation seems to have changed on the way back. They have suddenly changed from initiative to passivity, and from the advantage of returning with a full load to the disadvantage of a homeless dog.

The lucky libra has stopped leaning towards them since the early morning sneak attack. Derek and his team first made a serious mistake in estimating the strength of their opponents, and then they lost their trump card -- hostages. Derek felt extremely upset at this time, and even began to regret the idea of the army.

It is just the pursuit of wealth insurance, and the income and risk are often in direct proportion.

The people on the yacht either hide in the cockpit or lie on the deck, and the fire on the shore seems to have been difficult to work.

"Go to the back of our truck to see if those 136 AT-4 portable rocket launchers have been taken away by them," Jason said to the soldiers around him. The bullets they shot now can only leave some bullet holes on the yacht's hull, and can't harm the people hiding inside.

"Major, it's all here," a soldier shouted excitedly, and he began to carry these weapons from the carriage to the outside.

Several soldiers quickly pried open the equipment box and took out this powerful disposable weapon. Each of them had one on his shoulder, and the opening of the rocket launcher was aligned with the yacht on the river in the distance.

"What is that, God!" The strange actions of the soldiers on the shore attracted the attention of everyone in the yacht. Derek leaned over the glass of the cockpit and looked at the shore. "Why didn't anyone tell me there was such a thing in the truck?"

Derek's roaring voice has not dissipated in the cockpit. Suddenly, a loud noise came. The impact of the explosion shook the yacht's body to one side. When the boat was shaken open, all the people on board fell to one side. Derek's head hit the door, which made his eyes sparkle.

"Fuck, it was a bit missed." The soldier who had just launched the rocket threw the rocket launcher aside and took out a new one from the box.

"Ready to see me," another soldier began to aim at the yacht.

Jason also took a bazooka from his partner. He put the bazooka on his shoulder, took aim and said to the soldiers around him: "Brothers, those bastards on the yacht killed many of us. There are a lot of blood debts waiting for them to pay at the lookout. Don't be polite to them. Set up the bazooka and launch it together. The hit old man will go back to apply for medals for him."

"Derek, what's the matter? How did the yacht stop?" Matthew got up from the ground, jumped to the console and began to play with the switches. After the shock, the yacht suddenly stopped.

The firepower of those soldiers on the shore made Matthew and others tremble. Now he just wanted to leave here as soon as possible. The farther from the shore, the better.

The yacht suddenly stopped, and everyone on board was at a loss.