"I'll call Dodge again."

With that, Fatty took out his cell phone and immediately dialed Dodge's number.

This time there was no waiting. Dodge answered almost as soon as the call went through. Dodge's voice came from the other end—

"Fatty… I see you… You immediately… start the speedboat. Wait a moment… I… I'll… be right on board."

Dodge's voice was intermittent, as if he was still running for his life.

Then, Dodge hung up the phone.

Fatty and I looked around. Behind a flat area on the shore was a jungle. The jungle was so dense that we couldn't see Dodge, and we didn't know where Dodge saw us from.

Jennifer was the only one of the four of us who knew how to drive a speedboat. Following Dodge's instructions, she quickly started the boat.

With a series of "buzzing" sounds from the speedboat's motor, Jennifer successfully started the boat and prepared to set off at any time.

One second…

Three seconds…

Five seconds…

Ten seconds…

Fifteen seconds…

We waited with bated breath, as if years were passing by, not knowing when Dodge would arrive.

But the next second, Dodge darted out of the jungle like a mad dog. He was dressed in black, carrying a large bag on his back, running for his life.

Fatty had sharp eyes. He was the first to spot Dodge and waved desperately at him.

Dodge noticed Fatty's gesture and waved back.

After Dodge rushed out of the jungle, there was a sandy area of about a hundred meters in front of him. The sandy area was flat and unobstructed. Dodge came to the sandy area and sprinted towards us at a hundred meters.

"Damn!" Fatty complained, "How can this kid run faster than a dog? And there's no dog chasing him."

Just as Fatty was gloating and watching Dodge run over, muttering to himself,

Five or six people in tactical vests suddenly emerged from the distant jungle. They seemed to be a well-trained tactical team. Each of them had a gun in their hands. They followed closely behind Dodge, about fifty meters away. The tactical team moved towards Dodge while shooting at him. The sound of gunfire crackled one after another.

Anyone with eyes could see that this tactical team was after Dodge.

At first, their line of sight was blocked by tree trunks and bushes in the jungle, so they couldn't shoot. In order not to let Dodge widen the distance, they could only quickly track Dodge's escape route.

When they reached the open flat ground, there were no obstacles, their vision was restored. Fifty meters was within their range, so they opened fire on Dodge.

"Damn! Who are these people!"

Fatty had the best eyesight. He was the first to see the gunmen coming out of the jungle with Dodge. When Fatty saw the team's professional equipment, his expression changed immediately—

"Run, Dodge, twenty meters to go!"

Fatty shouted at Dodge.

I felt that the last twenty meters that Dodge ran were very long. The dense gunfire was like one drumbeat after another. If Dodge was shot and fell to the ground at this time, the dense drumbeats might stop.

Dodge was very tenacious. He persevered and ran to the beach in one breath. In the last few steps, he stumbled to the speedboat. The moment Fatty and I grabbed Dodge's hands, Fatty immediately turned his head and shouted at Jennifer: "Go!"

The gunmen were still shooting at us, their target changing from Dodge to our speedboat, not giving up until they reached their goal, looking like they wanted to keep us here.

Jennifer immediately started the speedboat, and the speedboat rushed into the depths of the ocean at the fastest speed.

The gunshots behind became smaller and smaller, and finally the gunshots were completely drowned out by the sound of the waves and the sea breeze.

Fatty and I pulled Dodge onto the speedboat. Dodge gasped for breath, stuffed a nautical chart marked with a location into Fatty's hand, and said out of breath, "Go… go here."

Fatty knew that Jennifer, who was from the navy, would definitely understand Dodge's nautical chart, so he handed the nautical chart to Jennifer.

Dodge took a few deep breaths, and before he could catch his breath, he fainted.

Fatty felt that Dodge's condition was not right. Fatty suspected that Dodge had been shot, so Fatty and I carefully checked Dodge's whole body.

When Fatty and I turned Dodge over, we discovered that Dodge had been shot in the butt.

But the good news was that Dodge was hit by a special tranquilizer dart, which had limited lethality. The dart contained anesthetic ingredients, and when concentrated in the human body, it would release a large amount of anesthetic, causing the person to instantly lose the ability to move.

It turned out that the Z organization did not intend to kill Dodge and us.

Fatty pried the tranquilizer dart from Dodge's butt. He looked at the dosage of the tranquilizer dart, shook his head, and sighed: "This dosage is enough to knock out a cow. Dodge will have to sleep for at least a day or two."