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As the yacht got closer to us, we could even see that there were four people on it.

A man in sunglasses is holding the steering wheel, and next to him stands a woman, wearing a bikini, with a long silk scarf draped over her shoulders, holding the windshield with one hand and a silk scarf with the other, posing in various poses, and two people behind her, one carrying a video camera and the other holding a camera, are constantly filming her.

"Ah—" cried Mrs. Jones as she beckoned to them.

It may be that the reef we are on is full of reefs about the height of our people, and because of the noise of the motors in the process of driving at high speed, Miyamoto cannot hear Mrs. Jones's shouting, because there is no reference, I can't tell how far away we are.

Anyway, just as we were sure they could see us, the yacht suddenly swerved and with an arc drawn by a white spray, they headed back.

"Hell!" Mrs. Jones took a sip, "Quick, let's follow." ”

Needless to say, I know that the people on that yacht should be taking commercials or art photos, and their presence here is enough to prove that this place is unwilling to be far from the coastline, and the direction in which they appear should be the direction of the coast.

As soon as Mrs. Jones and I boarded the dinghy, she pulled the machine and we quickly followed the yacht forward.

Of course, our goal is not to catch up with them, as long as we are not left behind by them, we can see the coast.

But the yacht was powerful and fast, and it didn't take long for it to disappear from view, and the imaginary coastline still didn't appear. But we have no way back, we can only continue to drive forward, afraid that because there is no reference, we will be led by the gravitational pull of the earth to spin in place.

We drove straight ahead, and suddenly the outline of a mountain appeared in the distance, and I shouted a little excitedly, "Look, Mrs. Jones, there is the shore ahead!" ”

After saying that, I picked up the leather bag with water, unscrewed the lid, drank a few in a row, and then turned around and handed it to her.

She took a few sips and handed me the skin, saying, "That's not the shore, it's the island." ”

When I looked closely, it was really an island, with only a lone mountain peak standing there, and there was no extension beside it.

I asked, "Could it be a tourist island?" I'm afraid those people just now were on vacation on the island, right? ”

"Perhaps, in any case, as long as the island can be seen with the naked eye at sea, there is no danger to life."

I smiled: "Call your husband when you get to the island and ask him to send a helicopter to pick us up?" ”

Mrs. Jones said, "If he sees you so young and handsome, he must throw you off the plane." ”

"So we're going to relax before he throws me down?"

"It's okay, if he really throws you down, I'll jump with him."

"Martyrdom?"

"Hmph, I'm not fed yet!"

As we spoke, we were approaching the island, and on the shore I saw several yachts of the kind I had just seen parked there, the rising sun shining brightly from the windshield of the boats.

After a while, I saw at least three people jumping on a yacht and heading towards us, and as they approached us, a loudspeaker suddenly sounded on the yacht, and a man muttered something.

"What is he talking about?" I turned back and asked Mrs. Jones.

"He said the island was private territory, so let's not come near it." So saying, Mrs. Jones stopped her motor and stood beside me, waiting for the yacht to approach.

The yacht came to a halt three or four meters away from us, and the hull of the boat was turned sideways, and there were three people on it, one sitting on the left side of the front with the steering wheel, one with a megaphone in his right hand, and one person sitting in the back with a shotgun in his hand.

This reminds me of the people who attacked the villa last night, and if the rubber boat we are driving now is really left by those sneak attackers, maybe they are really accomplices with these people, maybe they were sent under the villa from this island in rubber boats.

But this is just a whim, and there shouldn't be such a coincidence.

Mrs. Jones explained something to them, and when they saw it, they were indifferent and wary of me, but all three pairs of eyes could not help but stare at Mrs. Jones.

The man sitting next to the driver suddenly raised his head and glanced inside our rubber boat, found the two frogman diving suits, turned back to the guy behind him and said something, the guy in the back stood up and looked at it, frowned, pointed a gun at me, and asked a few words in a loud voice.

Mrs. Jones explained to him at once, and the three of them looked at each other in disbelief.

I asked, "What did he ask, and what did you say?" ”

Mrs. Jones said, "He asked me how the dinghy came to be, and I said we picked it up at the beach in the morning. ”

Since they asked about the dinghy, I guess they were really with the gang from yesterday, and I whispered to me for safety, "Quick, give me your phone." ”

Jones looked at me and said, "I've soaked in water, it's useless." ”

"I'm not calling."

Jones didn't know what I was going to do, and when he saw my serious face, he handed me the phone anyway.

At this moment, the three of them muttered, and the guy in the back suddenly turned to me with a murderous expression.

I guess they must have recognized the dinghy, and the three of them were ready to kill me and leave Mrs. Jones behind, and at any rate, a Western beauty had an irresistible allure for them.

Just as the guy was about to pull the trigger, my phone took a shot and flew straight to his forehead, and at the same time, I reached out and pressed Jones' neck and shouted, "Squat!" ”

Mrs. Jones was knocked to her knees by me, and I lifted my foot and kicked on her shoulder, and as she fell, I was already flying towards the yacht.

When I was in the air, the mobile phone hit the forehead of the cargo behind me with a "pop", and he screamed "ah", and the person leaned back, but the gun in his hand fell into the water with a "poof".

Before I landed on the yacht, the cargo sitting next to the driver had already taken out his mobile phone, and I swept his temple in the air, and with a "snap", his body fell to the side, and the pistol in his hand actually flew.

With one foot on the edge of the boat and one foot on his shoulder, I reached out to catch the flying pistol and aimed it at the driver's temple, who immediately raised his hands and shouted to Mrs. Jones, "Come over the dinghy." ”

As she started the motor test, I reached out and searched for a pistol from the driver, and when Mrs. Jones climbed aboard the yacht, I asked her what was going on.

When Mrs. Jones asked, the driver told the truth, saying that yesterday they had five accomplices out on a mission, and that it was this rubber boat that was driving, and that there were their marks on the oxygen cylinders next to the two frogmen's swimsuits.

They had just heard that we had picked up this dinghy on the beach, and they were a little unconvinced, and they were ready to get rid of me outright, and take Mrs. Jones to the island for questioning.

I said to Mrs. Jones, "Ask him, what is the name of this island, and who is their boss?" ”

Mrs. Jones asked, and then said to me, "What the hell, this island is Watanabe Island, and they are all Watanabe-gumin." ”

Dizzy, this is too coincidental, right?

Yesterday, Ichiro Muramura asked me to learn about the situation on Watanabe Island as soon as possible, but I didn't expect that I was almost on the island now.

I handed Mrs. Jones both pistols in my hand, and then took out my cell phones from the two unconscious fellows, threw them onto the dinghy, and brought the hang-up and frogman suits from the dinghy to the boat, so that they would not be able to get to the island even if they woke up immediately, and then ordered the driver to sail towards Watanabe Island.

I handed Mrs. Jones a cell phone and asked her if she wanted to give Jones a call, and she said she would wait until she went to the island to see what was going on.

I didn't force it, but turned on my mobile phone and dialed Lu Yuxin's phone, Lu Yuxin heard that it was me, and immediately jumped up, and hurriedly asked, "Hey, why are you still alive, where are you?" Say it, say it! ”

"I said, you should take a breath and listen to me! I'm on Watanabe Island now, are you okay? ”

"What the hell will happen to me? What are you doing there, and you won't give me a quick back? ”

"The person who attacked us last night was someone from Watanabe's gumi?"

"Yes, they are."

"None of them died, did they?"

"Nope. They said they had come by rubber boat from Watanabe Island, but we went down to look for it but couldn't find it. They said that Watanabe asked them to come and arrest you back to Watanabe Island, why did you still run to Watanabe Island yourself? ”

I said, "Now is not the time to explain to you, you tell Aaron to watch them wait for me to call, and wait until I see Watanabe." Also, I'm in danger right now, so don't call me, maybe you'll expose my target. ”

After saying that, I didn't wait for her to answer, and immediately turned off my phone.

Jones handed me a pistol, and I laughed, "You take it, I won't use it." ”

"I'll teach you, it's very simple."

"No need, this thing will kill people when it moves, I don't like killing innocents indiscriminately."

"You just said you wanted to meet Watanabe?"

"Yes," I explained, "it must have been Yoshio Nishikawa who told Watanabe that I was with you and I took someone to them." ”

"That Yoshio Nishikawa knows you?"

"Knowing is knowing, but not knowing who I am," I said, "If nothing else, it should be that Kameda boy who betrayed me, and he wanted to get rid of me with the help of Watanabe-gumi." ”

"Listen to Aoki, haven't you become his undercover agent?"

"That kid first beat me up with a group of policemen, and then I beat him straight to the hospital, it seems that he doesn't expect me to solve the case for him, but betrays me to Watanabe, so that Watanabe can find you through me, and prepare to take revenge on you."

"And what are you going to do when you meet Watanabe?"

"Negotiate a deal with him, of course."

"What deal?"

I laughed and said, "I don't know? If he wants to live, he must spare us! ”

Jones smiled slightly, "I thought you were going to leave me on the island!" ”

I reached out and pinched her face and said, "Like you, I haven't eaten enough." ”

At this moment, Mrs. Jones suddenly shouted, "Danger! ”

At the same time, she picked up the handle of her pistol and smashed it into the driver's head. For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.