The muzzle spat out flames, and immediately a series of waves spattered on the blood-stained surface of the lake.
"Ahhh!"
Matt's eyes were bloodshot as he pulled the trigger furiously, as if he wanted to tear apart the murderer of his brother.
"Stop it! Matt!"
The captain shouted anxiously, turned around, and pressed a hand on the other's shoulder, trying to calm him down first.
However, Matt was already filled with hatred; the person who had just been dragged down was his brother, Andrew.
Andrew was the only family Matt had left in this world; not long ago, they had been bounty hunters on some battlefield in Africa, earning commissions by taking on missions.
Latterly, for some special reasons, they had been officially recruited by the American authorities into the Sea Lion Reconnaissance Team and, after barely a month of getting used to each other, they had been dispatched to this strange island for their first mission.
