"Why did you have to kill him?" Old Lin sighed and said. He Zhirong's body was still lying on his shoulder, and the wound on his neck was still grunting and bleeding outwards, flowing down Old Lin's back.
"So much gold is only given to us in two boxes, not even a knife, I don't kill him, he will kill me." Deng Agan held up a gun to Old Lin's head and said viciously.
"Aren't you worried that the above will investigate your assassination of your colleagues?" Old Lin was very calm, his right hand was already on the handle of the sword in He Zhirong's hand, and his heart was much more stable.
"Investigation? Wasn't he killed by your Communists? Besides, as soon as the ship sank, Captain He had already fed the fish and investigated something! Dun a sly smile appeared on Dunagan's thin face.
"Then you should kill me, and if I go ashore, I will definitely pass this matter out." Old Lin stared into Dun Agen's eyes and said.
"Kill you? Don't be in such a hurry, you hold the golden Arhat in your left hand and Captain He in your right hand, in case someone finds you, isn't it the evidence that the Communists have killed people? Deng Agen got closer and closer, and the gun almost pointed at Lao Lin's face.
"Give me that knife." Dun agan raised the gun in his hand, and a fierce glint appeared in his squinting eyes.
"Do you know that knife?" Old Lin asked.
"I don't know, but it's so beautiful, and I always try my best to get what I like." Deng Agen's muzzle was pressed against Old Lin's forehead.
"Okay, here you go." Old Lin said lightly, and his right hand slowly withdrew from under He Zhirong's corpse, and Deng Agen's eyes unconsciously moved to Old Lin's hand.
As soon as the cold light of the Emperor Taiji Sword flashed, in an instant of flint lightning, Lao Lin's wrist waved, and the 7-inch-long blade swung past Deng Agen's eyes.
Deng Agen felt a chill in the hand holding the gun, he subconsciously pulled the trigger, the gun did not sound, the bullet did not shoot out, Deng Agen looked up, only to see that his hand holding the gun had been broken at the wrist, and blood spurted out of the wrist.
Dun agen suddenly felt a sharp pain rush to the door of his head, he screamed, squatted on the ground, rolled up, and his entire right hand holding the gun was cut off and fell to the floor.
Old Lin stood up, threw He Zhirong's body on the ground, and kicked the severed hand that was still holding the gun to the bottom of the bed with his foot, covered in blood, he slowly dragged the heavy copper arhat to the front of Deng Agen, who was rolling on the ground, and stomped on his chest and squatted down.
"Man, don't be too greedy, you and He Zhirong have both ended up in the same end." As soon as Old Lin finished speaking, Deng Agen fainted, and the forearm with the broken wrist was still bubbling with blood.
Deng Agen did not live long, Old Lin looked at Deng Agen lying on the ground with disdain, stood up, and waved the Emperor Taiji Sword in his right hand at Fuhu Luohan's arm, which was a knife, only to hear a dull sound, and Fuhu Luohan's arm broke in response.
Old Lin took the handcuffs off the arm of the copper Luohan, took the knife in his arms, and slowly walked out of the cabin, Deng Agen's fierce cry would definitely alarm the people above, Wen Qinghe estimated that he was planting a bomb and wanted to leave as soon as possible.
Old Lin just walked to the door of the cabin, only to hear a loud noise, the entire Changli seemed to be hit by a shell, the hull of the ship instantly took off, Old Lin stood unsteadily, the whole body was thrown out, smashed heavily on the floor.
Wen Qinghe detonated the explosives in advance, and it turned out that he let Deng Agen go down to the bilge to kill He Zhirong was a conspiracy to kill He Zhirong with one stone, and with the help of Deng Agen's dissatisfaction with He Zhirong, he instigated him to get rid of He Zhirong and share the gold with one less person. When Deng Agen went down to the bottom of the bilge, Wen Qinghe detonated the explosives in advance and fled by himself, and he had to sacrifice the entire ship to cover up his plot.
The Changli was blown into two pieces, lying on the bottom of the bilge, Lao Lin shook his head in pain, reached out and touched it, fortunately not injured, but the huge explosion made the head buzz, Old Lin was just about to get up, feeling that the whole floor was slowly tilting, bad! The ship is going to sink.
Old Lin couldn't care less about the pain, and struggled to get up, with only one thought in his mind: run to the deck before the sea water poured in.
Old Lin shook his head vigorously, sobered up, the hull was tilting, climbing to the end of the stairs to the deck was gradually rising, Old Lin used all his strength to run down the slope of the bottom deck to the bottom of the bilge stairs, just the moment he grabbed the stair railing, the entire hull was almost erect.
Old Lin clutched the railing and climbed onto the deck in three steps and two steps, at this time, the entire half-cut Changli had been completely erected, the bow was down, and the sea was pouring into the cabin.
The section where the wheelhouse was located had long since sunk, and Old Lin looked around to see that several crew members were struggling in the seawater, and the huge whirlpool formed by the sinking of the hull engulfed the struggling crew members, and Old Lin couldn't bear to look at it again.
Suddenly, Lao Lin saw two lifeboats not far away, two lifeboats connected by ropes, and Wen Qinghe was sitting on the boat in front of him, and he was trying to paddle the oars.
The explosion was so fast that Wenqinghe didn't even have time to row the boat farther. Old Lin made up his mind that if he wanted to get out, the only way to get out was the two boats on the Wenqing River.
The half-cut hull of the Changli sank very quickly, and Old Lin clutched the railing of the ship deadly, he was waiting, and only when the hull was completely sunk could he let go, only then would he not be swallowed up by the huge whirlpool formed by the sinking of the hull.
The sea had already flooded through Old Lin's chest, and the blood stains on his body were gradually scattered by the sea water. A smell of blood spread, And Lao Lin secretly cried out in his heart, will the bloody smell of He Zhirong and Deng Agen's corpses on the bottom of the bilge already attract...
Old Lin did not dare to think about it, he only hoped that the hull would sink faster.
The sea water has flooded through Lao Lin's neck, he took a deep breath, his hands clutched the railing deadly, at this time must not let go, the half-cut hull will form a huge whirlpool in the instant of complete sinking like the sea, if not fixed, the powerful rotating force will turn people dizzy, quickly sucking the human body into the seabed.
The entire hull of the ship completely sank below the surface of the sea, and Lao Lin, who was holding his breath, felt that his body was washed and squeezed by a strong force, and he must not let go, Lao Lin only had such a thought in his heart.
After about two minutes, Lao Lin felt that the strength around his body was much smaller, he was almost unable to hold back, the vortex power weakened a lot, quickly floated to the surface, and if he didn't go, he would really be dragged into the seabed by the Changli.
Old Lin let go of his hands and stomped his feet twice, and the force of the vortex was like a baby's mouth still sucking on Old Lin's body, pulling him down.
Old Lin paddled the sea with both hands and pedaled hard with both feet, trying to keep his body from being dragged down by the force, he could feel that he was only about three meters away from the sea, but he couldn't capture it.
Just when Old Lin was at a loss, suddenly he felt that the sea water around him tasted something strange, he opened his eyes and looked, and the sea water around him was all red.
Blood is human blood.
Old Lin turned his head and looked down, his heart was suddenly cold, a shark more than 3 meters long was eating Deng Agen's body, Deng Agen only had a half-amputated body left, a broken wrist arm dangling in the seawater, the faint light that had not yet been extinguished in the Changli was shining from the bottom full, and the shark was swallowing his two legs around Deng Agen's body.
Old Lin quickly tingled his scalp, his body seemed to be full of strength in an instant, he paddled his hands and feet hard, and then did not climb on the water, found a suitable hiding place, his end was similar to Deng Agen.
There was still a meter or so from the surface of the sea, Lao Lin's whole body strength was slowly dissipating, he gritted his teeth, holding his breath, the speed of sliding his hands and feet was obviously reduced a lot, but the power of the vortex was also dissipating.
Suddenly, Lao Lin's feet seemed to have been hit by something, and Lao Lin turned his head to see that it was Deng Agen's head, and at this time, Deng Agen only had one head attached to his neck, and a tendon in his neck was connected to his broken wrist arm.
The shark that devoured Dun Agen seemed to have spotted Old Lin, his eyes shining cold as he watched Old Lin's sliding feet, and Bai Sensen's teeth still had Deng Agen's other arm hanging from it.
The shark was about to strike, and Old Lin couldn't take much care of it, so he tried to swim upwards with the strength of suckling, and there were four eyes staring at him behind him, one pair of eyes was the shark that had just eaten Deng Agen's body, and the other was the pair of unsightly eyes on Deng Agen's head.
Finally, Lao Lin's head rushed out of the sea, he instantly opened his mouth, desperately inhaled a few breaths of air, the danger was not lifted, the shark was under his feet, he could even feel the water flow formed by the shark sprinting upwards.
Old Lin really had no strength, and he even closed his eyes.
In an instant, Lao Lin's collar was grabbed by someone, lifting his body away from the water, Lao Lin subconsciously opened his eyes, just at the moment when the shark closed Bai Sensen's teeth, his feet left the water and was thrown on the deck.
At the moment when Old Lin fell, he only heard a few gunshots, the sharks in the sea had blood on their foreheads, and the injured sharks swam away quickly and disappeared into the dark waters.
Zhou Yueshan, Tian Wenshui, and Yuan Keyou on the shore were suddenly alarmed by a huge explosion, and they brushed and brushed at the dark sea, and although the flames that rose in the distance were small, they all knew that something had happened to the Changli.
Fang Cheng, who was hiding in the shadows, couldn't help but close his eyes, Yuan Keyou told him about the plan to prevent the Changli from arriving at the port, even if he was prepared in his heart, he still felt very panicked in his heart, what happened to Lao Lin, was he dead or alive? Fang Cheng's heart felt a little flustered.
Yuan Keyou looked at the fireworks like a match on the dark sea, there was no expression on his calm face, Lao Lin still chose to blow up the ship, this is actually the safest way, did he escape? Is the sword still on his body? Yuan Keyou had no answer in his heart, but only prayed that Lao Lin must be alive and must take the knife to the shore safely.
Zhou Yueshan watched in a daze as the fireworks gradually extinguished, a look of despair appeared in his eyes, and murmured in his mouth: "It's over, it's all over..."
Tian Wenshui silently took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed it to Yuan Keyou, lit one himself, and took a deep breath, his expression was still so wooden, and there was no look in his eyes.
Tong Baisong shrunk his neck, put the collar up, clenched his hands into fists and breathed a sigh of relief at his mouth, quietly looked at the vanishing fireworks, and secretly glanced at Zhou Yueshan on the side, his eyes slowly narrowed.
"Are you awake?" A familiar voice came from Old Lin's ear.
Old Lin slowly opened his eyes, he was lying on the deck, and beside him were several wooden boxes containing copper arhats.
"Is that you?" Did you save me? Old Lin sat up at once, his whole body aching, and he had no strength at all.
"It's not that I'm going to save you, it's about saving the knife on your body!" Wen Qinghe said slowly, staring at Old Lin's doubtful eyes.
Old Lin did not speak, but just quietly looked at Wen Qinghe.
Wen Qinghe took out a cigarette from his pocket, put one in Lao Lin's mouth, lit it for him, lit another one for himself, and slowly turned his head to look at the calm sea that had been restored.
"Who the hell are you?" Old Lin took a deep breath of his cigarette and slowly spat out a word.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you can't throw the knife on your body." Wen Qinghe slowly spat out a smoke ring and said softly.
To be continued
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