Johnson stuck his head out from the water and took a deep breath. Behind him, there was a blazing flame. The scorching heat caused the water droplets on his head to turn into white smoke and evaporate as soon as he stuck his head out.
Jonathan endured the heat and smoke and swam hard to the yacht. After swimming under the yacht, he took off the tool from his waist and threw it hard towards the boat.
It was a rope with an iron hook. After the iron hook hooked the side of the ship on the deck, Johnson grabbed the rope and climbed up.
As soon as they turned over the side of the ship, a red figure rushed over. Johnson subconsciously put the other person to the ground. When he heard a cry of pain, he saw clearly that it was a blond girl wearing a red bikini.
It’s just that this girl has obvious Russian ancestry, and she kept speaking broken English, shouting for help to Johnson.
Johnson let go of his hand, helped the girl up, and asked in a deep voice: "What on earth is going on? Is there anyone else in the boat?"
The girl looked a little dull and stammered, and her English was not very good. After listening for a long time, Johnson could only understand one sentence, that there was another girl in the cabin.
"You just stay here until I come back, do you hear me clearly?"
Johnson held onto the side of the ship and walked along the deck toward the cabin entrance. At this time, the smoke behind the yacht was getting bigger and bigger, blocking the view. Johnson could only rely on groping to find the entrance, turn over and jump out.
After entering the cabin, there was not much smoke inside. It's just that the furniture in the cabin is staggered, items are scattered everywhere, and the lights are not bright, it's almost like being blinded by smoke.
"Is anyone there? I'm a rescue worker. Please answer if you hear me!"
Johnson shouted as he pushed aside the overturned furniture blocking the road. He groped inside with the help of faint light, and went all the way to the end, but saw no one.
Over this period of time, the smoke in the cabin gradually increased. At first, Johnson could bear it, but now he couldn't hold it in anymore and started to cough.
"Is there anyone? If you can't speak, please hit the metal object next to you!"
After shouting, Johnson listened and paused for a moment. Seeing that there was no response, he turned around and walked out. But just after taking two steps, there was suddenly a faint metal knocking sound behind him.
Johnson quickly searched in the direction from which the sound came. After groping in the dark for a long time, he discovered that in addition to this layer, the yacht had another layer below. It's just that the stairs were blocked by debris and the light was dim, so he didn't notice it just now.
Johnson pushed aside the debris and squeezed down the stairs. He saw a girl also wearing a simple swimsuit lying underneath, holding a spoon in her hand and weakly knocking on the guardrail of the stairs.
Johnson jumped down and did not touch the girl rashly. Instead, he simply touched her whole body and limbs to make sure that she had no obvious trauma and that her limb joints were not dislocated. Then he reached out to pick the girl up, turned around and wanted to climb up.
"He...he's in there...still in there..."
The girl made a low sound.
Johnson frowned and said, "Is there anyone else inside?"
The girl nodded slightly.
Johnson sighed: "I'll rescue you first, and then I'll get to him."
The girl shook her head slightly again and whispered: "He... seems to be dying..."
Before he finished speaking, a red light suddenly appeared in front of Johnson, followed by a shock wave. Before Johnson could react, they were knocked away and fell back into the cabin again.
The back of Johnson's head hit something hard, his vision went dark, and he fell unconscious.
I don't know how much time passed like this, but Johnson felt a chill on his face and opened his eyes in a daze. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was reaching around, trying to find the girl. But the next moment, he woke up.
Johnson found that half of his body was already submerged in the water. His eyes were filled with darkness and there was no light at all. It was obvious that all the entrances and exits were completely blocked. The cold water under him reminded Johnson that there was a leak in the cabin. Although the cabin has not been flooded yet, Johnson could not guarantee how long the ship could last.
The red light he saw before he fell unconscious was probably an explosion in the cabin above. Since there was an explosion, it meant that the ship was probably on its last legs.
So Johnson must find a way to escape before the yacht sinks.
He touched the back of his head and felt a sticky, burning pain. It was obvious that he had suffered a head injury.
But there is no way to treat this situation now. So Johnson could only stand up in the dark and found that he could not stand up straight at all. The walls of the cabin were bent, and I could only arch my back, otherwise my head would hit the top.
He groped forward according to the direction he remembered before he fell into coma. Soon he touched a soft object, bent down and touched it, and was sure it was the girl from before.
It seemed that the girl was more seriously injured than Johnson. She was still in a coma. Even if Johnson shook her hard, she showed no signs of waking up.
In desperation, Johnson could only pick her up and continue walking forward. Fortunately, his memory was correct. Not long after, he touched the handrail of the stairs. However, the handrail of the stairway was greatly bent, and something was blocked on the stairway, making it impossible to go up.
Johnson tried to move the blocking things away, but as soon as he fumbled and moved away two or three items, he suddenly heard the sound of metal deforming in the cabin, and in the gaps between the items blocking the stairs, Water also began to slowly seep out.
Johnson immediately didn't dare to do anything again.
He now suspects that the yacht may have sunk or is about to sink. But due to the closed space and the pressure of the gas, the bottom cabin where I am is not yet flooded by sea water.
But if you do it rashly, you are likely to break this closed space, causing the sea water from outside to pour in.
Once that happens, it will be almost impossible to escape from the complex environment of the cabin in the dark water.
Not to mention there is a girl beside him.
Johnson frowned and backed away carefully while holding the girl.
He could only hope that the rescue team members outside could find a way to rescue him.
The burning fuel spread on the sea, and Daddario stood anxiously on the bow, looking at the yacht with only one bow sticking out of the sea. Through the smoke, you can still vaguely see a woman standing on the bow of the ship, waving vigorously for help.
Dadarilio and the others have been informed by Deputy Captain Gallia that Captain Johnson went into the sea of fire to rescue alone and has not returned yet.
"No, the fire is too big and the boat can't get in at all."
A rescue team member shouted anxiously.
Daddario said urgently: "Sneak under it?"
"The scope of the fire is too large, the intensity of the fire is too strong, the temperature of the sea water has increased, and the oxygen cylinder is in danger of exploding."
"Then what should we do? Are we just going to watch and do nothing?"
Looking at the anxious Daddario, the other team members lowered their heads helplessly.
At this time, there was a splash from behind the rescue boat, and then a team member stumbled over and shouted: "Something happened. That guy from Nia knocked me down, took away the diving equipment and jumped into the sea."
"Sheron?"
Daddario was startled, lying on the side of the boat and looking down, but she saw nothing except the dark sea water.