Long-distance swimming in the sea requires the coordination of the rhythm of exerting force on the limbs and breathing. When well coordinated, it is a bit like the economical cruise of a ship, which is long-lasting and fuel-efficient.

Yate "cruised" for more than four hours in breaststroke, freestyle, and dog paddle positions. The problem he faced was not "saving fuel" but that there was no fuel to save.

Three hundred grams of sirloin steak...half a Boston lobster...finished the cream of mushroom soup...most of the broccoli pasta...box of creamy chicken puff pastry for appetizer...

After tediously calculating the nutrients he had consumed during yesterday's dinner, Yete refused to accept that his physical energy was about to be exhausted. Then he recalled what he had eaten at the bar after dinner. A glass of martini, a glass of whiskey, two small bottles of beer, a dozen French fries, two olives...

...Oh, I also tasted a few spoons of ice cream that the beauty put into my mouth.

However, dinner is fifteen hours ago, and the bar is thirteen hours ago. I don’t think about the delicious food and the drinks, but the more I think about it, the more thirsty I become.

"I swam across the Qiongzhou Strait...twice!"

I screamed in my heart to encourage myself, but it took too much energy to shout out. To be precise, I couldn't shout anymore.

It doesn’t matter, spiritual victory method.

Crossing the Qiongzhou Strait, there are lifeboats to provide food and drinks, so there is no need to worry about anything. Food is not mentioned, and the bottle of water when entering the sea was drunk half an hour ago. The method of spiritual victory supported the "dog paddle" for several minutes.

, it is still boundless sea water. Could the port machinery, giant ships, and yachts seen on the shore be mirages?

It was still dark when the boat was launched, and the lights on the pier and ships guided the way. Now the sun came out...

Realizing that he had lost his way, he finally gave up.

After turning around and "dog-pawing" for a distance, my arms gradually lost control. I felt cold all over my body, as if I had slipped into an ice hole. This was the sea water at the end of December. Every time I swung my feet, I was no longer strong enough to push forward and could barely maintain my mouth.

The nose is above the water.

It is at least ten kilometers from the shore.

For the first time, he felt death approaching.

"I can hold on! I can hold on...I can hold on...woo..."

On the verge of despair, I pushed with all my strength, but my stiff body just spun in circles.

I can't tell where is the sky and where is the sea.

Turning his eyes, in a trance, a slender mast appeared in his eyes, standing high between the sea and the sky.

"Ah...ah..."

He screamed and raised his neck to confirm. His sudden excitement caused his pedaling movements to stop, his body sank like a weight, and he took a few big mouthfuls of seawater.

The bitter taste poured into the stomach and turned into energy. He was no longer so cold, and he struggled to get his head out of the water.

It's not an illusion, it's a mast that really exists.

A white single-sail catamaran floats alone on the sea. The mast is down and the hull is swaying. Bathed in the winter sunshine, it looks like a stunning beauty taking a nap.

"Angel...angel!" Ye Te murmured and wanted to cry.

Seeing clearly that the catamaran was drifting with the current, I adjusted my mind and continued this long swimming exercise. I kicked my legs and counted every meter forward. When I counted 200 meters, I almost died. Fortunately, the stern of the boat was already in front of me.

He held on to the hull of the boat like a life-saving straw and rested until he felt the warmth of the sun.

Not daring to be careless, he untied the pistol tied to his chest. He bit through several layers of plastic bags, bit off the condom at the muzzle of the gun, and lifted the cock out of the water.

"Hello!"

The swallow-tail steps at the butt of the catamaran make it easy to get on board. Yete greeted him in a voice that he could only hear, and scanned the surroundings with his gun. This kind of double-decker yacht with a displacement of dozens of tons has low sides and a low bottom.

It was clear at a glance. There was no one on the outer deck, and no one could be seen in the transparent cabin, which gave off a strange feeling.

The ornately decorated inner cabin had an open door, and the strong smell of alcohol and tobacco hit his face. Ye Te covered his mouth and nose to stop sneezing.

When you step into the door, you are greeted by bottles of whiskey, vodka, beer, empty, full, and half-empty. They are scattered on the bar, on the sofa, on the coffee table, and on the floor. It seems to be the remnants of a party. Next to the bridge,

There were a few cigar butts scattered around, and two big holes were burned into the beautiful carpet. In front of the bed in the master bedroom, there was a smashed tablet computer and a broken mobile phone, which almost pricked my feet. The cabin was relatively clean, and a wardrobe, clothes, and towels were easily opened.

Arranged neatly.

Ye Te was honest and polite. He wiped his body with a towel and put on dry beach pants and a T-shirt. His stomach growled and his throat was about to burst into flames. He picked up a blanket from the bed, picked up the pistol, returned to the kitchen next to the guest cabin, and sat down.

Open the door in front of the refrigerator.

"Cao, Cao!"

There was still wine in the refrigerator, so anyone would curse, let alone someone who hadn't eaten for more than ten hours. After draining a can of beer, he rummaged patiently, took out several dozen beers and a dozen bottles of vodka and whiskey, and finally revealed a pack of unopened bacon.

Meat.

"Hello!"

This time, Yate shouted. After three cans of beer and a pack of bacon, he crept up to the top floor. He didn't shout out the second time, but the sight that caught his eye made him so shocked that he forgot to flash his pistol from behind.

An old man with half-white hair and half-black beard, his eyes closed tightly, holding a huge Magnum Eagle pistol in both hands, the barrel of the gun being filled with difficulty in his mouth. He was gathering the courage to pull the trigger, and his body kept shaking.

"Calm down, calm down! Sir, I was just passing by."

The old man was disturbed and opened his eyes in frustration. Yete raised his left hand and blurted out words of comfort. It was not really a comfort, it meant that you are busy with your business and leave me alone. He stared at the nose of the Magnum Eagle, sincerely

Thanks to the great Lao Mi, he is such a considerate person for suicide lovers!

"You're not just passing by."

Expecting a bloody scene to take place, the old man refused to cooperate and pulled out the barrel of the gun from his mouth, and his distorted facial features returned to normal.

With an oriental face, Ye Te felt a little friendly. It was just a little friendly, but more of a disappointment and annoyance. Wouldn't it be better to drink two more cans of beer down there, and bubba come up to do bad things and good things? Otherwise, you would have bought this yacht for nothing.

"I recognize you." The old man spoke again, in standard Mandarin, not in English as before.

Ye Te sat on the diagonal sofa, put the gun in his right hand on the coffee table, and said with a wry smile: "So you are always a compatriot! Oh, I am from Ludong, where are you from, second uncle?"

"Second uncle? Alas... Lu people only have this little sense of humor left." The old man sighed, heavy dark bags under his eyes shaking, "Ye Te, twenty-six years old, a seaman, retired from the Marine Corps. On the surface, he is in the CSU (

(California State University) studying architectural design, but actually working as a reading companion and bodyguard for a certain young man. Yesterday, I attended a Christmas holiday party in Palm Springs, fought with gangsters, and committed murders... Ha, the famous party killer, all North America is looking for you.

, you said you would come to my boat to make soy sauce?"

Strangers know very well that Ye Te hates social media. There must be someone live broadcasting the scene last night on a mobile phone. In the past ten hours, his profile picture must have been flying all over the Internet. It is not difficult to "human flesh" the information of international students and become Internet celebrities. Those who intend to commit suicide

People pay such detailed attention. What’s interesting is that while the old man was speaking, he recognized who was in front of him.

"Ha, I recognize you too, the richest man, Ye Youyang, you are such a great man! Hehe, we are the same family, it is not a loss to call you my second uncle. Oh, why are you here? It was said online a few days ago that you are in China..."

I remembered what was said on the Internet that Ye Youyang held a funeral for his son in China, and I had another epiphany, "Hey, uncle, what's wrong with you, are you swallowing a gun during a live broadcast?" As he said this, he looked around for cameras or mobile phones, "Why don't you die?

A son? As the saying goes in my hometown, if the money is gone, you will make money, and if the baby is gone, you will be born again. If you are so rich, you are not old. The worst is to have one child, but how many children will you have? The beauties on both sides of the Pacific want to help you arrange the birth.

Long queue...unless you can't do anything?" His employer's father is considered a rich man, and his entire wealth is less than a fraction of the one in front of him.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Ye Youyang looked at the gun indifferently and threw it on the coffee table, "Come on, party killer! You killed me for disturbing me, and you still want to get close to me? Do you know how difficult it is to shoot him in the mouth?

Come on, boy, give me a shot, the kind that doesn’t require refire. Then, hurry up and sail away to escape. There are hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash in the cabin. If you are lucky, you can spend it."

The old guy attempted suicide and wanted to commit suicide!

Yette didn't want to be a bad guy and turned off the pistol safety.

Just now I talked about someone's dead son, which was not to comfort but to anger. I hope that Lao Ye will raise a gun to fight back so that he can be "forced" to fight back. Shooting someone "for no reason" means that even if the person wants to commit suicide, he doesn't bother to do it and can't do it. In addition,

One thing is that Lao Ye is simply the "dad" of the people. He has been at the top of the rich list for a long time, and his deceased son has tens of millions of fans on social media to express his condolences. Beat such a man's head, darling... He rubbed his bare arms fiercely and cursed

: "Cao! It's so cold. Let's go down and get warm first."

"Ha, that's it!"

Old Ye Jingruo's dead eyes suddenly came to life, and he "scanned" the "killer" in front of him. He was tall but not burly, and his muscles were strong but not muscles. On his square face with Chinese characters, there was no trace of murderous intent between his brows. He had a straightforward demeanor, and

Ordinary students studying in the United States are no different.

"Did you really kill five people last night?"

"Do you think I'm a murderer?" Ye Te stopped and roared. In an instant, the harmless student brother turned into a ferocious beast.

Speaking of last night, Yate was angry and aggrieved. If it weren't for the Irish gangster who kept saying "chink" to irritate his employer, if it weren't for these bastards who lost in the fight and all took out their loaded guns, if it wasn't for the police who thought after he abandoned the gun and surrendered,

Shoot, he's currently spending Christmas Eve with a South Korean flight attendant.

If old Ye Sheng had no love, if he added more fire to provoke Ye Te, he might die as he wished. But he didn't, and calmly mobilized: "If it's difficult to do it, let's do it! I still put the muzzle of the gun in my mouth, you can help me with it.

trigger."

"What? You, you...what a genius idea!" Ye Te stood stunned by the ship's ladder, turning around and raising his thumb.

Lao Ye blew his beard and glared: "Boy, you owe me."

Yete couldn't laugh or cry, and said in a spoof: "Make a deal, second uncle. Send me to Colombia, and before we dock, I will help you pull the trigger?"

"Colombia? Do you think the Coast Guard all spends Christmas vacation?" Lao Ye said contemptuously.

Ye Te said coldly: "If I encounter the Coast Guard, I'm unlucky. What difference does it make to you? I'll die anyway. Do you want to trade? I'll wait for you below. It's best to hurry up."

The sea breeze was blowing strong and the sun was getting cold. Lao Ye was left sitting alone, looking at the sky with a smile but not a smile. Uninvited guests broke in and disturbed Huang's "gun-swallowing plan", but they turned against each other and issued an ultimatum, just like the owner of the ship.

"Oh, young man!"

Muttering in his mouth, Lao Ye shook his head, picked up the wine bottle on the floor, and drank a big gulp. Then, he grabbed the Magnum Eagle and staggered towards the ship's ladder.

"Hello... Ouch!"

The cabin was empty, and the sound of a gun being pulled was heard behind him. Old Ye turned around 360 degrees, almost breaking his waist. He saw Ye Te wrapped in a blanket and sitting at the corner behind him, grabbing a Glock 17 and unloading the magazine.

Start disassembling.

"It is said that you didn't bring a gun to the party?"

"Picked up on the roadside."

"Ha, indeed, you have traveled a lot. Last night at 9:03, the Palm Springs party went on a killing spree. Around 11 o'clock, you showed up at a gas station in San Diego. After driving in a big circle for three to four hundred kilometers, you turned back.

Los Angeles. Early in the morning, I swam more than ten kilometers from Long Beach to get here. Boy, how many years have you studied abroad, specializing in hide-and-seek with black and white?"

As Old Ye spoke, he walked to Ye Te's side. The corner position was good. He could see the whole cabin and easily control the top floor. The young man acted very carefully and was wary of the old man who gave up resistance. If he hadn't captured Magnum,

Eagle, I'm afraid I can't dismantle the gun. And the communication facilities on the ship must have been cleaned or destroyed.

"Second uncle, you are a TV fan and a netizen." Ye Te wiped the parts of the pistol with a napkin. The gun was either picked up or robbed, and the owner of the gun took his own bullet.
To be continued...