The sea surface remains pitch black.
Only the sea breeze rushing towards them carries the smell of blood.
Hilary Candi leans on her shoulder, half of her body already drenched in blood, her body temperature dropping with the blowing of the sea wind.
"Hilary Candi..."
"Drive forward, don't worry about me." Hilary Candi's icy fingers firmly grip her hand on the steering wheel, "They won't shoot, just now it was only because we weren't moving that they could hit us so easily..."
Now that the boat is moving, they won't risk shooting at Aldana Candi, wouldn't risk harming her.
"Drive forward, into another country's waters, they won't dare to chase us."
Aldana Candi's fingers slightly tremble, her eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling, "If I stop, they might save you."
