I raised my hand, and Jenny reluctantly threw down her submachine gun. There was no way out. Our lifeboat was too small to escape. So many people on the other side stood in the bow and stood in the top of the boat. They could sift us into sieves. In the end, they would either die or be caught.

If the other party doesn't have a submachine gun, bare-handed boxing can be a battle. I'm not afraid to come to more than a dozen. However, in the absence of cover, or in the vast sea, fighting with the other side, that is to find death.

Soon, the other side's boats...