Confrontation in the abyss

He rolled over and pointed his gun in Anson's direction defensively.

An Sen was about to step forward, he fired a shot, and the bullet passed through An Sen's shoulder in the direction of Zhou Choo.

"Hmm..." Zhou Cho's muffled snort made Anson turn his head, and the bullet hit Zhou Cho's fallen feet.

Frightened blood fell from a height.

"I won't miss the next shot." Marin stepped back step by step, leaning against the bulkhead.

An Sen slowly moved in front of Zhou Choo.

"what do you want?"

Zhou Cho was stunned. Anson's position was facing Marin. He could stand in other more favorable positions for dodging and finding cover. There was no need to fully expose himself in front of Marin.

"As you said, I'm done. So what else do I have to be afraid of?" After speaking, Marin shot a few bullets at Anson.

An Sen's first reaction was to lie on Zhou Cho's body.

"Bang-bang-bang--" The three gunshots were tight and crazy, which was Marin's determination to put Anson to death.

Zhou Cho's breathing was stagnant, his lungs were constricted, and all his senses were focused on Anson's trembling body.

Marin continued to pull the trigger, his bullet jammed.

"Damn! Damn!" Marin's hair swayed messily as he smashed the gun.

"Ansen..." Zhou Tiao moved his shoulders, but Ansen lay there motionless.

Zhou Chou swallowed, "Ansen...wake up..."

The blood was drawn away in an instant, and Zhou Cho felt that his thoughts were icy cold, and he was constantly sinking, and he was even unable to struggle.His fingers were so cold and stiff, Zhou Choo stared blankly there with his eyes open.

How did all this... happen?

He kept replaying the moment when Anson lay on top of him in his head. It was the decisive moment of moths flying to the flame without the slightest hesitation.

He had never seen Anson's...serious expression.

"An Sen..." Zhou Cho called out his name again.

Anson didn't react at all, everything was like a dead sea.

After two seconds of silence, Zhou Thou suddenly yelled, "Fuck! Get the fuck off of me! You think I don't know you're wearing body armor! I heard your breath, you idiot!"

The coldness shattered like a mirror in an instant.

"OK! OK!" An Sen moved slowly, as if reluctant to part with Zhou Zhao, "Don't be angry, I'll get up right now! You don't know how much I like the sound of your calling my name just now, so worried and so afraid of losing me... ..."

"Shut up! Stop your fantasies! You fucking pull me up!"

"Okay, don't worry, my dear!" Anson carefully lifted up Zhou Cho's chair, and straightened his collar with a thoughtful look, "You know your reaction just now, it makes me feel like I'm going to hell right now It's worth it too."

But Marin had the complete opposite reaction. He stared at Ansen's unharmed appearance, his smile, and his playful eyes were all mocking.

He thought about changing clips, his fingers turning white from the effort.

"Oh, relax, Marin!" Anson even comforted him, becoming more ironic.

"Damn it!" Marin lost control, and he slammed the pistol on Anson's face, but the other party easily avoided it.

On the deck, Anson's people had already disembarked from the helicopter.Marin's three bodyguards surrendered without resistance, and Anson's men rushed into the cabin.

No matter how Marin struggled, those specially trained mercenaries subdued him effortlessly, and all his resistance seemed powerless and embarrassed.

Anson can be said to control everything.

"Where's the key?" Anson folded his arms as if enjoying a circus.

"Why don't you try and kill me?" Marin looked at Ansen with a smile, "It's better to kill me in front of Zhou Choo!"

An Sen looked back at Zhou Choo, "Are you still soft on this guy?"

Zhou Zhou looked at Marin coldly, he was crazy, his ego, everything he did, burned all the images of Marin in Zhou Zhou's heart.

Anson sighed, "Marin, I don't need a key to open those damn handcuffs."

"I threw the key into the sea." Marin shrugged his shoulders, "Anson Lorenzo, you are just a robber in a high-society cloak! Opening a lock is nothing to you."

Anson walked up to Marin and whispered: "Actually, I don't want to open his handcuffs either. Don't you think he is sexy when he is handcuffed? Actually, I want to see him wearing a camouflage uniform and being handcuffed on the bed. It’s even more blood-fueled than it is now.”

Marin kicked Anson, and the mercenary pulled him away by the shoulders.But he kicked like crazy.

"Zhou Tiao is not the statue of the Virgin Mary in the church. In fact, I have more thoughts in my head than what I just told you." Anson put his hands in his pockets.

"Zhou Cho! Look at this man! Is this the man you want!"

"I'm a man, I don't need another man to support my world." Zhou Choo said calmly.

Anson took a string of Swiss Army Knives handed over by the person next to him, and knocked open the handcuffs with the smallest knife point inside.

Zhou Cho flicked his wrist and stood up, turned around and punched An Sen in the face.

The mercenaries with guns were about to rush over, but Anson reached out to stop them, "This happens often, and there is nothing to make a fuss about."

He touched his cheek, smiled and looked at Zhou Chou, "I'm very pleased to see you looking so energetic."

"You should be relieved that I don't have a gun in my hand." Zhou Zhao looked at the suppressed Marin, "I understand the humiliation you suffered from your adoptive parents, and I understand that Red Scorpion bewitched you, but I still can't accept my Marlin in front of you."

"You remember being under that tree on campus and you're eating a sandwich and I'm drawing there. You look over your shoulder and you're sitting right behind me and you're like... 'Hey man , You draw really well.' I still remember your tone of voice at that time." Marin stretched his neck, just to get closer to Zhou Chou.

Zhou Cho stood not far from him, watching him quietly.

"I took tennis lessons at school, and you were there. Some people look down on you because you're Asian, and because you're so good they envy you. You play tennis well, but when you practice doubles, there's almost no one. I would love to be your partner, but I would. Even if our opponent deliberately hit you with a smash, you always stood in front of me. After the game, you still put your arm around my shoulder and said, 'Hey, do you want to eat together? Pizza to celebrate next semester and those guys are graduating?'”

"Oh, I didn't expect you to have so many good memories." Anson elbowed Zhou's chips, but the other party was unmoved.

"The drawing I drew was folded into a paper plane and thrown on a tree. You asked me to sit on your shoulders, and your hands supported my legs, and asked me to take down the drawing...Zhou Cho, you Don't you remember!" Marin yelled out.

"Why! You can tolerate the disgusting things Anson Lorenzo did to you, but you won't be with me!"

"Aren't the things you did as disgusting as this guy?" Zhou Zhao ignored An Sen's depressed expression and walked in front of Marin, "I remember everything you said. Those times that can't go back, I put it all in my head. But I don't know you now. Who are you?"

Marin raised his head, and Zhou Cho's influence was imprinted in his eyes.

"You're not that Marlin. For a long time I thought you were, but you're not. No one can use the 'past' to control my 'present'."

Zhou Cho walked past Marin.

"Goodbye, Marlin."

The Interpol helicopter has arrived, and there is another speedboat with Joey Ireland on board.

"You can't do that to him! Let him go!"

Anson smiled and waved to Joey, "Are you sure you want me to let him go?"

"Yes! Immediately!"

Anson clapped his hands, and the two mercenaries threw Marin directly into the sea.

"What are you doing—" Zhou Tiao rushed over, but it was too late to stop.

"What am I doing? Didn't Mr. Ellander ask me to let him go? I did!" Anson pointed to Marin who had risen from the sea.

"Marin!" Zhou Cho was about to jump off, but An Sen went to drag him back.

He hugged Zhou Thou tightly with his arms, and slammed his chin into the hollow of his neck, "Shh, shhh - he can swim, what are you worried about? And there are no sharks here."

Zhou Cho was still struggling, but An Sen kissed his neck, "Think about how much he worries me. I've lost your news for a whole day, shouldn't I take revenge on him?"

Marin had been pulled up by Joey, who was soaking wet, and Joey wrapped him in a blanket.

As if he had lost all sense, he stared at An Sen's gesture of embracing Zhou Choo, which was more cruel than a knife blade passing through his eyes.

He shivered, not from the cold, but from uncontrollable hatred.

"Calm down, Marin. Now we have a mess, we have to think about how to solve it." Joey looked at the Interpol helicopter in the sky and frowned.

Zhou Cho pushed Anson away and walked towards the rope ladder dropped by the helicopter.

He reached the cabin and slammed the door shut.

"Hey, boss, are you okay? We were held back by that guy Joey, he made up too many excuses, and Anson preempted him!" Gene was indignant, and Zhou Chao should be sent by Interpol. It's too embarrassing to be rescued by someone from Anson, instead of being rescued by some speedboat and helicopter team sent by an exaggerated guy like Anson.

"Boss, it's fine." Miles and Zhou Choo touched their fists.

Jones kept looking sideways at Zhou Choo, "Boss, Mr. Lorenzo really cares about you. Look at these helicopters. Tomorrow's news will be enough to overturn MASSIVE. I'm afraid that the scandal of KA Shipping and Congressman Felta will was suppressed."

Zhou Cho leaned back on the chair with his eyes closed, as if he was extremely tired, he didn't want to say anything to Jones anymore.

Helicopter arrives at Houston seaport.As soon as Marin landed, the FBI arrested him on charges of illegal possession and use of extremely dangerous weapons, such as rocket launchers.

As for the bombing on Tear of the Sun God, further evidence is needed to charge him.

"Oh, look..." Fei Luo said dissatisfiedly while chewing on the hot dog, "Our people have been deployed for so long, and even the boss almost lost it, but in the end, the FBI in the United States took the credit."

Old Qiao was waiting at the port with Fei Luo before dawn.

"No way, those charges are not considered transnational crimes. But don't worry, as long as you tear a hole, are you worried that nothing we need will come out?" Old Qiao snorted softly, watching their helicopter land. , Leslie kept his face hidden, and led the people to the FBI.

They were wearing camouflage uniforms, holding guns, and their steps had a different demeanor.

When the head of the FBI saw them, he showed respect on his face, "Hello, Captain Leslie Ives, I am sorry to take away the results of your operation. But if there is any news you need, I will be the first The time will tell you."

Leslie tilted his head, "This is Captain Zhou, and he is also the undercover agent for this operation on Tears of the Sun God. He almost won't come back."

Wearing a shirt and trousers, Zhou Cho looked no different from those celebrities.

He looked so special in a group of Interpol in camouflage uniforms.He is not a handsome man comparable to a movie star, but he has a demeanor that makes people want to look twice.

"Don't worry, we won't let Captain Zhou Chou's hard work go to waste."

Just as they were handcuffing Marin, he looked in Anson's direction and sneered.

Zhou Choo followed Marin's gaze and looked at An Sen. At that moment, he seemed to realize something and rushed over, "Get down—"

An Sen looked at Zhou Cho's expression and subconsciously got down on the ground. Something brushed past his head and sank into the stone brick floor of the pier.

"There is a killer!"

Everyone is alert.

The assassin was in a mess, and even fired a few shots, hitting Anson's side.

Zhou Cho subconsciously wanted to rush over, but Leslie had already rushed over to hug him from behind, dragging him away desperately.

Anson's expression twisted in fear, he waved his arms and shouted, "Take him away! Don't let him come over!"

In the confusion, Anson was shot in the leg and was dragged to a safe place by bodyguards.

Seeing that the assassination failed, the killer stopped the design.

Marin watched all this with cold eyes.

They were administering first aid to Anson, pressing hard on his bleeding thigh.

Zhou Cho didn't step forward, "Did he get shot in the femoral artery?"