As they passed the deck, the French man suddenly fired a shot towards Manuel Ink through the gap between the bodyguards.
He aid at Manuel Ink’s right cheek; Manuel was standing near the iron chains on the deck, with the sea below him.
When the bullet flew over, Manuel instinctively veered to the left to dodge, losing his balance and pulling Sumr Sutton along with him into the sea with a splash.
On the boat, the Frenchman’s gun was still firing relentlessly.
He randomly sprayed bullets at the sea where Sumr Sutton was, leaving no wave untouched.
Sumr Sutton was dragged into the water by Manuel Ink, struggling to swim towards the distant beach.
Bullets rained down on the sea surface above them, creating splashes like raindrops.
It was nightti, the sky had long turned dark, and the light on the sea was dim.
Sumr Sutton’s heart was in her throat, terrified of being accidentally hit by a bullet.
During the swim to the beach, Sumr seed to sll a bloody scent in the seawater, but she didn’t know whose it was.
Her senses had beco numb, her legs and feet on the brink of cramping, and breathing was becoming difficult.
The French man’s people had already entered the water, closing in.
Manuel Ink was struggling to support her, still swimming toward the beach.
"Maybe you shouldn’t worry about , just go by yourself!" Sumr Sutton was so exhausted she couldn’t swim anymore, unwilling to burden him.
"Haven’t you always wanted to return ho? Have you forgotten the people waiting for you there?" Manuel Ink replied casually, pulling her along to continue swimming.
His words were rely offhand remarks.
Since eting him, Sumr Sutton had constantly ntioned returning ho.
Although Manuel Ink hadn’t asked anything, he could guess that there was soone very important waiting for her at ho.
His words seed to work wonders.
Sumr Sutton, who was previously lackluster, suddenly rejuvenated as if energized.
Clenching her teeth, she continued to swim along with him.
The swimming techniques that Sumr Sutton mastered were taught by Adrian Walyon; Sumr never imagined that they would be of use in such a situation.
On the way to the beach, the bloody scent continued to spread, perating the air more and more intensely.
Sumr Sutton’s entire body felt as if it wasn’t hers, completely numb, devoid of any awareness.
She still didn’t know if the blood was hers or Manuel Ink’s.
The only thing she rembered was being protected by Manuel Ink from the cabin to this far in the swim.
Bullets seed to have headed her way a few tis, and each ti, she thought a bullet would hit her, but the expected pain never arrived.
Having narrowly escaped the group pursuing them, they struggled to find a beach and made it ashore. Sumr Sutton heavily collapsed on the beach, feeling like she had survived a near-death experience.
The man beside her also collapsed onto the beach.
At first, Sumr Sutton thought he was just like her, tired from swimming too long, and needed to rest.
However, when her gaze swept towards him and caught a shocking sight of red on his back, Sumr Sutton was completely stunned.
"Adrian!" She stretched out her hand, giving him a gentle shove.
The man beside her made no response.
"Ink, Ink..." Sumr tried another na, but didn’t know how to address him.
The man quietly lay on the beach, still showing no response.
"Mr. Ink!" Sumr Sutton’s heart went cold. She stiffly turned his body over and reached a hand towards his nose to check.
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