Elijah Hastings was on the speedboat, looking through his telescope at two other speedboats that were closing in on his own patrol boat, his anger swiftly rising.
Among the three people who followed Sean Knight, Elijah had been with him the longest and was the steadiest.
Lincoln Harrington was meticulous, Douglas Cooper somewhat careless, but the most impulsive of the group.
That was the impression he usually gave to the team.
But now, seeing his own patrol boat suppressed by the opponent's firepower, the engine damaged, and facing their arrogant display, two of his security personnel were still holding guns, clearly planning to land a fierce blow when the opponent approached.
The situation was clearly unequal, and after the fight, it was basically going to be a rhythm of death, Elijah's eyes had turned red!
"Squad Leader Maddox, is it possible to hit those two speedboats with a couple of missiles?"
