In the high seas of the Indian Ocean, a medical ship with a displacement of thousands of tons is anchored on the rough and dark sea.

  The searchlight on the observation tower swayed in the fierce storm, like a devil's eye, continuously scanning the wet and shaking main deck.

  On the main deck, eight fully armed mercenaries, wearing heavy black raincoats, struggled to move along the side of the ship in the raging rainstorm.

  Holding rifles, they continued to shoot at the dark sky, and the dense gunshots and thunder intertwined, as if protesting against the bad weather.

  However, this was actually an attempt to shock my fragile psychological defense line with gunshots after they could not find me.

  I was lying prone on a corpse near the observation tower platform at this moment.

  I used my frozen hands and relied on my survival instinct to quickly take off the raincoat on the corpse.

  This raincoat not only provided me with a little warmth, but also prevented me from becoming a conspicuous target on the deck on a rainy night.

  However, I was no longer able to push the body into the sea.

  I let the blood gushing from the carotid artery of the body mix with the cold rain and flow to the main deck. I could only pray that the mercenaries who only cared about playing with women and stayed away from the battlefield would lose patience in this bad weather and ignore these details.

  I knew that staying on this ship for one more second was dangerous.

  Because this medical ship is actually a ship engaged in human organ trafficking on the high seas.

  Once I fall into their hands again, my organs will be transplanted to dying patients in a hospital in Indonesia in a short time.

  In order to ensure the vitality of the organs, no anesthetic drugs will be used during the operation. They will draw out one-fifth of the blood from the human body, putting the person in a semi-shock state, which can effectively prevent the person whose organs are taken from moving around.

  At the same time, they will use bandages and tapes to tightly bind the victim's torso and limbs to ensure the smooth operation.

  The reason why I was able to escape this nightmare was entirely due to this sudden storm.

  The storm caused the ship to shake, making the operation impossible.

  I took the opportunity to touch a small scalpel, cut the bandages and tape, and broke free from the cold operating table.

  However, I was extremely weak at the moment. Even though I had been a top mercenary and agent in the underground world, experienced wars such as Syria and Donbass, and had a will of steel, I was like a critically ill patient at the moment, and even standing up was a bit difficult.

  I could only stand for a short time and then lie on my side on the floor of the operating room to ensure normal blood supply to the brain and avoid sudden fainting that would cause the escape plan to fail.

  In order to maintain the last consciousness of survival, I supported myself tenaciously.

  During the short time I stood, I found two blood bags that were originally extracted from my body in the cryogenic storage box next to the operating table.

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  I touched my clavicle, accurately located the position of the superior vena cava, and then inserted the blood transfusion needle.

  Although there are risks such as vasoconstriction, joint pain, angioedema, and even acute heart failure, I have no choice.

  I needed to urgently recover my strength and ability to walk, and then escape from this ship.

  As the cold blood was injected into my body in an orderly manner, my heart rate began to speed up.

  However, I still didn't dare to stand up rashly, lest the brain be deprived of blood supply.

  At the same time, I was also very worried that the shaking of standing up would attract the doctors smoking outside. They were like the gods of death to me at this time. Once they found me, I would fall into the abyss of hell again.

  After the first blood bag was injected into the heart, the second one followed.

  The feeling of weakness in the body was gradually dissipating.

  I know this is far from restoring my peak physical strength, but at least it makes me feel no longer as sick as before.

  I pulled off the bottle of glucose injection from the IV stand, cut the plastic bottle with a scalpel, and drank it eagerly.

  After drinking it, the thirst from excessive blood loss was greatly relieved.

  I still didn't stand up, but rolled behind the door, trying to give my body enough time to recover.

  I sat up with my back against the corner of the wall, feeling the state of my body's recovery, and squeezed the scalpel in my hand hard, feeling the strength of my fingers.

  I tried to use force and quickly swipe across the wall to adapt to the current state of physical attack. So as not to make fatal mistakes when attacking the target due to lack of full understanding of my physical state.

  I began to take slow deep breaths to increase the blood oxygen content in my body.

  After waiting for about three minutes, one of the doctors left for some reason. The remaining doctor squatted outside and lit another cigarette.

  Maybe he felt bored, so he stood up and looked at the operating table through the window of the operating room, and found that I was no longer on the operating table.

  He immediately walked in hurriedly, but did not notice me squatting in the corner behind the door.

  I swung the sharp titanium scalpel in my hand violently, cutting his leg tendons from behind, making him lose the ability to stand instantly.

  His fat body fell forward.

  This is my only chance to escape the clutches of death, I must not let it slip away.

  At this moment, my fighting spirit was completely aroused, and a large amount of adrenaline rushed to my brain.

  I pounced on him like a hungry wolf, and the cold scalpel in my hand directly cut his carotid artery and throat.

  The hot blood spurted out and stained my hands and face.

  I did not make any extra movements and did not even look at the doctor.

  Because the blood in the aorta will soon spray out, and the cut throat will also cause a lot of blood to be sucked into the lungs. He had no chance to make a sound or stand up to escape, and could only cover his neck which was spraying blood like a high-pressure water gun.

  I rushed out of the operating room and ran to the deck with my naked body shaking.

  I just wanted to dive into the embrace of the sea, even if the sea at this moment was a boiling oil pan, I didn't mind.

  It was much better to die in the sea than to die on a dirty operating table. At least I wouldn't feel the despair of being controlled by people who were also human beings.

  However, the alarm on the ship sounded soon.

  It was probably that the doctor who had left originally came back and found his companion lying in a pool of blood.

  The mercenaries who had been stationed on the medical ship for many years immediately searched the ship frantically like wild beasts just out of the cage after hearing the alarm.

  I was still very weak and was no match for them at all. I could only hide in another room where other "human pigs" were held to be slaughtered.

  There was a girl from South Korea and a female politician from the United States whom I knew.

  The female politician was a victim of political struggle.

  In fact, I had a lot to do with her being caught here.

  Because I was a secret agent trained by the politician who opposed her at a high price. I had destroyed her political activities many times and created a very unfavorable situation for her.

  But I didn't expect that I would be betrayed by the politician in the end. As soon as he came to power, he immediately cleaned up all the black history and opponents that were unfavorable to him, including me.

  If I want revenge, I must take her with me, because then I will have a better chance of revenge.

  So I used the bloodstains to lead the mercenaries to the main deck, creating an opportunity for the two ladies to jump into the sea and climb onto the speedboat that transports human organs.

  Of course, I also made a backup plan.

  If those two women had driven away in the speedboat without waiting for me, it would have definitely attracted the attention of the mercenaries on the ship.

  And I would take this time to put down the lifeboat and escape from the other side.