Although Xie Lun enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by flowers, the beauties around him were a bit too bold, and their little hands had already reached sensitive areas. If it were in a hotel, Xie Lun wouldn't mind showing off his prowess, but this was the beach, surrounded by crowds of onlookers.
So Sherron could only cough dryly, squeeze out of the group of beauties, and shout to Johnson, who was still struggling: "Captain, stop struggling, you lose."
"Nonsense, how could I lose." Jonathan gritted his teeth, tugged hard on the rope around his waist, and tried to move forward, "Give me another five minutes, no, two minutes, and I will definitely be able to surpass you."
Daddario stepped forward, hugged Sherron's arm, and said with a smile: "Okay, Dad, I'm willing to admit defeat, but you can't default on your debt. Then... I'll get off work early today and go on a date with Sherron."
"What? No..."
When Johnson heard this, he was so excited that he carried the refrigerator, dragged the tire, and ran forward a few steps, and finally almost knelt at the finish line.
Daddario was startled, and quickly stepped forward to support Johnson. After making sure that Johnson was okay, she breathed a sigh of relief, stamped her feet, and whispered: "Dad, so many people are watching. You can't cheat."
Johnson opened his mouth and looked at Xie Lun, who was smiling proudly at him, even though he disagreed with it in his heart. But as Daddario said, the competition between himself and Sherron was conducted in full view of the public. If he really turned his back and refused to admit his fault, it would be really difficult for him to face it.
But if I just give in, how can I still hang out here in the future?
How can I be the leader of this beach?
Just when Johnson was in a dilemma, a black woman ran over quickly and said urgently: "Captain, we just received an emergency call for help. There is a ship on fire at sea, and there are people trapped on the ship."
"What? Something like this happened! The beach rescue team members gathered urgently and set off for rescue immediately!!!"
Johnson was excited, just like drinking a bottle of cold beer on a dog day, like a drowning person grabbing a life preserver, or a person trapped in a fire seeing a firefighter, and the sweat pores on his body opened. He stood up abruptly, pulled Daddario and rushed out.
Daddario naturally understands what Johnson is thinking, but for the rescue team, the rescue mission is bigger than the sky. Now, no matter what the rescue team members are doing, as long as they are on the beach, they must participate in the rescue.
The small helicopter was ready, the propellers were started, and the rescue boat moved to the dock. Don't look at the rescue team members. When they were watching the game just now, they were all lazy and uninterested. Once they were assigned a task, they immediately became well-trained.
In just two minutes, they brought all their equipment and rushed to the helicopter lift platform and the dock respectively. As the captain, Johnson and the black girl, also the vice-captain, rushed to the scene in a helicopter to check the situation.
Daddario and others took two rescue boats and rushed to the scene.
Johnson glanced worriedly at the yacht docked at the pier below, but he quickly put his thoughts away and asked the black girl next to him: "Vice Captain Gallia, how is the current situation?"
The black girl named Gallia said in a deep voice: "Five minutes ago, the police received a call for help. According to the analysis of the phone recording, the caller's language was confusing and logical. He suspected that the other party was drinking or taking drugs... But it was okay. In the end, The caller gave the yacht’s number, and the police successfully located it through the ship’s GPS device.”
She looked at the time on her watch: "We are expected to arrive at the scene in fifteen minutes."
Johnson nodded and said solemnly: "Then let's set off quickly."
Daddario stood on the bow of the rescue boat, watching the helicopter flying toward the depths of the sea, and couldn't help but tighten the straps of his backpack.
"Do you get nervous every time you go out for rescue?"
Hearing the sudden man's voice behind him, Daddario was startled, turned around suddenly, looked at Sherron standing behind him, and asked in surprise: "Why did you get on the boat?"
Sherron shrugged: "I think I have passed the selection and should be considered a member of the rescue team, right?"
"Uh... not necessarily," Daddario pursed his lips and smiled, "My dad hasn't nodded in agreement yet, so strictly speaking, you haven't passed the interview yet."
"Really? It's a pity." Xie Lun shook his head and said, "But can I stay to visit and study?"
"Sorry, the rules are the rules. Non-rescue team members are not allowed on the rescue boat." Daddario stepped forward and adjusted Sherron's collar, "So, dear, you must get off the boat."
"I appreciate your insistence on the rules, but you may have forgotten my other identity." Xie Lun showed his ID, "From now on, your ship has been requisitioned by NIA."
Daddario was stunned, she had forgotten Sherron's true identity for a moment. He looked at the other members of the rescue team and saw that they all spread their hands helplessly. The meaning is obvious. If it weren't for Sherron's right to have a gun, who would have let him on the ship?
"Okay, the situation is urgent, so stop inking and leave quickly."
Sherron pulled Daddario back into the cabin, and the driver started the engine. The rescue boat immediately split a strip of snow-white satin on the sea and quickly left the dock.
Daddario looked at Sherron with some surprise but some emotion. She also thought that Sherron insisted on boarding the boat for her sake and rushed to the scene with the rescue team. But Daddario would never have imagined that Sherron was checking the system in his mind.
That's right, just when Gallia came to inform him of the rescue mission, the system prompt sounded in Xie Lun's mind for a long time:
"Doomsday collapse?"
Xie Lun frowned slightly. Just hearing the case code name, he felt that this case was not trivial.
If a mere yacht had an accident at sea, how serious could the consequences be? Could it trigger any chain reactions that could lead to a doomsday situation?
So no matter what, Sherren had to rush to the scene to check the situation.
As for Tina and the others, in order to ensure Sherel's safety, Sherron ordered Tina and Irene to forcibly take Sherel back to the hotel. Once the situation is abnormal, he will send Sherrel back to New York.
The helicopter arrived at the rescue scene first and saw a luxury yacht parked on the sea, rising and falling with the waves. The yacht was surrounded by blazing flames, and black smoke was also billowing from the rear of the yacht.
"We can't move further forward. There is too much smoke ahead. Once the smoke particles are sucked into the propeller engine, we will be in trouble."
yelled the helicopter pilot.
Johnson nodded and said to Gallia: "It seems that there was a malfunction at the rear of the yacht and fuel leaked, which then caused a fire."
Gallia also nodded and said: "Then we must rescue the people inside before the fire engulfs the yacht."
Johnson looked at the burning sea and frowned: "How long will it take for the rescue boat to arrive?"
"We have just contacted the rescue boat. It will take them twenty minutes at the earliest."
"It's too late."
Johnson shook his head, reached out and opened the helicopter door, and the howling wind immediately blew in.
Gallia narrowed his eyes and shouted loudly: "I know I can't persuade you, but I still want to say that there is a fire burning on the sea, and you can't swim across it."
"It doesn't matter, I'll sneak under it!"
Johnson put on a snorkeling mask, gave Gallia a thumbs up, and jumped out of the helicopter.