No One Left Alive, The Quick Remorse of the Ambushers

Day 147 - 9:58 AM - Langonoy Gulf, Caramoan, Camarines Sur

A Military Parola-class Patrol Vessel being surrounded by eleven tourist speedboats. This was the current scene in the middle of the sea strait that separated the peninsula of Caramoan and the island of Catanduanes.

The Military boat might be a bit big, but the standard complement size in these boat models was only twenty-five people, five officers, and twenty enlists. That was the current number of soldiers on board, excluding Mark's group and the three that boarded the boat only for transport.

Comparing that number to ten eight-seater tourist boats filled with armed men, the side of the Military was definitely in a disadvantageous position.

Lieutenant Ignacio stepped out, facing what seemed to be the boat leading the enemies.

"What is the meaning of this?" The Lieutenant shouted. "Our camps had an agreement about this!"