The lifeboat in front is about 300 meters away, and it's increasing its horsepower and heading ahead.

"I remember you were good at shooting? Just now, more than twenty meters away, why didn't you hit it? I asked as I sailed.

"I intentionally won't let this guy die easily." Jenny answered, "And I hit the mailbox. He can't run far. What about the cockpit?

"The crew died, the surveillance video was destroyed, the mercenaries did good things."

"They're really tough."

"For the sake of profit, these mercenaries do everything." I'm in the colour track.

Jenny didn't care about that either. She lay on the bow of the lifeboat, set up...