"Go away," Derek rushed over and pushed Matthew away. "You don't know how to drive a yacht. Don't touch the switch on it."

"Then let it move quickly." Matthew was about to cry. His face was full of blood. His nose had cracked on the glass before, and the blood was constantly coming out of the wound and nostrils. The yacht now stands still on the river and becomes a living target.

"Shut up," Derek kept fiddling with the switch on the dashboard. He shouted, "If the hostages hadn't run away, would those soldiers dare to launch rockets at us now?"

"It's all you, Matthew, you bastard killed us all," Derek turned his head and stared at Matthew with bloody eyes.

Matthew was frightened by Derek's face and took a step back, so he quickly closed his mouth. He wiped the blood flowing into his mouth with his arm, then looked down and found that his arm was also dyed red.

The wound on his nose made Matthew wince, but he did not dare to shout out. Although he was very tall and burly, he had a natural fear of this fat cousin since he was a child.

"Damn it," Derek slapped the dashboard angrily. "Why are we so unlucky?"

The rocket that exploded next to the yacht just now has caused a huge shock to the yacht, and the yacht's electrical system has failed again during the shock. What's more, the fuel in the fuel tank has bottomed out. Unless they start paddling at this time, the yacht can only stay in place as a target.

"Jump off the boat?" In a flash, the idea came out of Derek's mind, but then he denied it. If you jump out of the boat, let alone countless crocodiles lurking in the river, just like soldiers on the bank, they can use rocket launchers and machine guns to attack them fatally, and even if they swim, they can swim where they go. The other party has a car, even if they do not use thermal weapons, they can easily block the river bank, so that they can only soak in the river and become crocodile rations.

For Derek, this is the darkest day in his life. Even when the disaster came, he was never so depressed. He sat down dejectedly, his eyes losing their old look. The other three companions on the ship also stared at him blankly, wondering whether they were waiting for him to make a decision or were all scared silly by the difficulties in front of them.

"Just wait to die?" Derek asked himself in his heart. The next moment, he suddenly stood up again, grabbed a white rag in the cabin and rushed out.

A fat body rushed to the bow of the boat. He waved the white cloth desperately and shouted to the shore.

"I surrender!"

"What is he shouting?" Jason asked the man beside him with his head tilted.

"He said to fire at him," the soldier next to him replied jokingly.

"Then let's satisfy him," Jason laughed.

Eight warheads flew out from the shore with tail smoke. Derek on the yacht suddenly opened his pupils. He stared at the black spots that grew rapidly in front of him, and the white cloth he waved fell down. At the moment before his consciousness dissipated, there was not a word he could shout out.

"Why don't you let me surrender?"

All consciousness disappeared in the flash of explosion, and at least five rockets directly hit the yacht moored on the river. When the warheads exploded, they also detonated other weapons that Derek and his crew had moved to the yacht. For a while, the explosion on the river continued, and the fire lit up the whole river. Even the white sky seemed to be covered with red.

The explosion lasted for several minutes. The yacht on the river was like a large fireworks that had been put out, leaving only a pile of wreckage. The gunsmoke billowed on the water, which did not dissipate for a long time.

"Surrender, hum," Jason said coldly in his heart, "daydreaming that if you want to die, you must die."

Mason, who was left in the truck, looked at what was happening on the bank and felt extremely excited. Her face was red in the explosion.

"Major is really a brave soldier." Mason was very excited when she saw Jason and his soldiers cutting enemies together, and the image of Major became much bigger in her heart. "Such a man can be called fearless."

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"We're going to the bridge. It's time to see my brother," Jason said to Mason as he pulled the door open.

Everyone walked towards the Long Bridge not far away, and everyone was silent all the way. Two Paoze died there, which is an unacceptable fact.

The bodies of Robert and Jeremy are still lying on the bridge floor. The blood in their wounds has solidified into black, because the heads shot at close range are no longer complete, and the body spots cover their skin. Led by Jason, they collected their corpses and buried them in the forest on the other side of the river.

Jason recovered the stolen truck. Although he lost a lot of materials in the end, he finally kept hope for the road ahead. This time, their pursuit was very decisive and did not leave much time for Derek to react. With their thunderous counterattack, Derek and his team finally got out of step and ran into a breakdown of the yacht.

Derek deserves to be a cunning old fox. However cunning a man may be, there are times when he is unfaithful. Although he has reserved a way out for himself, he has not calculated the time and removed the obstacles in the way out in advance. If they had inspected and maintained the yacht in advance this time, the final result would not be known. Jason and his team obviously have no ability to enter the water network of the Everglade to pursue them. Derek will soon drag down the team as long as he hides, follows Jason's motorcade, and harasses the motorcade from time to time depending on the materials and ammunition seized. At that time, the results will be rewritten.

However, Derek has no chance to realize his ambition. His life disappeared on the river with the explosion of the yacht. Their traces were erased from the Everglades as if they had never been here before.

It was early in the morning when the pursuing troops returned to the lookout tower. The lookout tower and the plank road still showed signs of fierce fighting last night. The bloodstains on the ground and in the corners seemed to show the survivors the cruel fight last night. One body after another was dragged to the parking lot and piled together. Many of the bodies were no longer complete.

Corpses of team members and zombies were placed separately on both sides. When Jason came back, Sergeant Stephen was taking someone to confirm and register the identity of the dead.

"What's the situation?" Jason asked his deputy. He was very concerned about the situation in the camp and was eager to know the results.

"According to the statistical results and the information provided by Captain Kevin, 22 people have been confirmed dead, including 4 people who died on the farm. There are 30 people left in the team." After counting the people Jason brought back, Stephen reported the number of people he counted, "12 of our soldiers died, 6 of our research team died, and 4 of our flight attendants died."

"I know," Jason sighed. This loss was a big blow to him. The whole team was almost halved, and six of the most important research team members died.

"Count the materials we brought back, and report the losses to me later." Jason patted Steve on the shoulder. "Thank you, Sergeant."

Steve nodded. He had not stopped to rest since the attack started at night. At this time, his eyes were full of blood and his physical consumption was approaching the limit. Fortunately, the soldiers' physique was much better than that of ordinary people. He took several soldiers to the truck to count materials.

After the initial panic, the survivors in the camp were gradually pacified by Stephen. The crisis on the lookout tower was relieved, and everyone's tense spirit could finally be relaxed. When Jason came back, some people had gone back to sleep. They had just started to take a rest under Stephen's arrangement, and now they were sleeping soundly.

When Jason found Hill, he saw her curled up in her sleeping bag with Kim. Jason did not disturb her, but continued to patrol the camp with others.

The sun rose and the earth seemed to come back to life. In the marsh outside the plank road, the water birds began to swim happily again. From time to time, crocodiles appeared in the water plants. They lazily climbed up the nearby rocks and began to feel the warmth of the sun.

The camp began to smoke. The people who woke up, with the help of soldiers, started a fire. The early morning temperature in the Everglade was still low. Most people who just woke up felt some cold. They sat around the fire and drank the coffee handed by their companions.

"Mario, did you fall asleep last night?" Martin asked her old leader.

"I have slept for two or three hours, which is enough." Mario moved his body. "I feel energetic again."

"Major, they came back, and they brought back trucks and supplies." Martin took a sip of hot coffee and felt much better. "It seems that God has not cut off our retreat."

"God is still bless us," Mario sighed. "If we can get to New Orleans safely, Jason and his family will make great contributions."

"We lost six colleagues at a time, and see what we can do next," Martin said, looking at Mario, with a flash of sadness in his eyes.

"Martin, there is no need to suppress his sad mood." Mario caught Martin's expression that he tried to hide. "After working together for so many years, I still don't know you?"

"I'm also very sad to lose these colleagues. To tell the truth, my old bones can't afford to experience such a blow several times," Mario sighed, expressing his sadness. "But as long as we are alive, we should continue to work hard with their goals."

"You always disguise yourself as strong, but you don't need to do so deliberately, Martin." Dr. Mario looked at the sun rising in the forest in the distance. His thoughts had already flown to Atlanta, and his heart was always worried about his lost family, "You are not like me. I am old, and you are in the prime of your life. Life is short, so there is no need to suppress yourself. You have missed a lot in life, and it is still too late to go back and pursue what you have lost."

Martin looked down at the fire in front of her. She took another sip of coffee, but found the taste in her mouth was extremely bitter.

The sun fell on Martin's face. A crystal tear fell from her cheek and fell on the back of her hand. When she looked down, the tears had blurred her eyes.