The dock was shrouded in darkness, with scattered raindrops gradually growing larger, and seagulls circled low in the sky, emitting shrill cries.
Many rcenaries were patrolling back and forth with weapons, ready for battle. They seed to know that soone was coming to rescue.
An Yan hid among the coconut trees. Suddenly, she rembered how she and Fu Shiyan had also run into the coconut trees on Lei Island to escape from others.
But now, things were profoundly different.
The sound of footsteps approached as two rcenaries ca patrolling this way.
An Yan quickly hid, then followed closely behind them.
She pulled out a dagger, jumped up, and imdiately took down one; the other just aid his gun at her when she swiftly took him down as well.
She dragged them into the coconut trees, taking their guns and grenades.
After scanning her surroundings, she ran toward a cliff 300 ters away from the dock.
She checked the magazine, which still had twenty-one bullets, while there were at least thirty rcenaries on the dock.
Before being spotted, she was confident she could take out half of them.
She lay behind a slightly elevated rock, set up a sniper rifle, and aid at the rcenaries on the dock.
Through the scope, calculating humidity and wind speed, she pulled the trigger with her index finger.
The rcenaries on the dock fell one by one, instantly turning it into chaos. They couldn’t find the source of the sniping and began running around wildly.
An Yan aid the last bullet in her rifle at a gasoline barrel on the dock.
With a loud bang, flas shot into the sky.
An Yan glanced at her wristwatch; thirty seconds to fire them all, two seconds slower than before, a step back.
She promptly left the cliff.
A freighter was moored next to the dock, and a man drenched in blood was hung and hoisted on the mast.
The cruise ship pulled up its anchor and slowly set sail.
An Yan took advantage of the chaos, bypassed the dock, and dived into the sea, swimming toward the freighter.
Although it was midsumr, the sea water at night was still icy and bone-chilling.
After swimming a distance from the dock, she finally managed to catch a rope and climb up.
She climbed over the railing and hid in the cargo hold.
anwhile, an SUV and a Maybach stopped two kiloters away from the dock.
Fu Shiyan got out of the car, looking at the fire blazing in the distance, his heart twisted in anxiety.
He looked at Xiao, "When will the fighter jet arrive?"
Xiao glanced at his watch, "At least fifteen minutes."
"Can’t wait that long." Fu Shiyan, carrying a magazine, grabbed a machine gun and rushed forward.
The rest followed him into the fray.
Bi Chong looked at Mu Shaoze, "Brother Four, can you handle this?"
Mu Shaoze glared at him, "There’s nothing a Mu family mber can’t handle! She’s my sister, and I’ll die before she does if I have to."
The silhouettes of the seven people quickly rged with the night.
Bursts of gunfire erupted at the docks, the air tainted with the sll of oil shells and mixed with the stench of burning.
Fu Shiyan’s heart pounded as he yelled An Yan’s na out loud.
He hoped for a response, not wanting to see her among the corpses scattered everywhere.
His heart was anxious, agonizing, and fearful.
Wolf shouted, "Boss, caught a live one."
Fu Shiyan turned around. Wolf forced a rcenary to kneel, with the dark muzzle of a gun pointed at the back of his head.
Fu Shiyan asked, "Where’s the man they captured?"
The rcenary shook his head.
Fu Shiyan continued, "If you don’t tell , I’ll blow your head off."
The rcenary shook his head vigorously, "Don’t kill , don’t kill , they’ve boarded the freighter! Michael made a contingency plan. The first was to lure the enemy; he used a decoy hoping to bait Mo and then kill him, but Mo discovered it early and escaped. Now they’ve taken a hostage onto the freighter, planning to deal with Mo in the deep sea."
Fu Shiyan looked at Xiao, "Prepare the speedboat."
Xiao nodded, "Right away."
Bi Chong followed Xiao’s footsteps.
Wolf didn’t hesitate to fire, then kicked the grenade out of the rcenary’s hand.
The hand grenade whose pin had been pulled exploded in mid-air.
Wolf fired two more shots at the rcenary on the ground.
There were more than ten speedboats about a hundred ters from the dock.
Wolf and Bi Chong each drove one.
Bi Chong was curious about how the famous top assassin from Zero Organization, Xiao, was so submissive to Fu Shiyan.
He shouted, "Xiao, why do you listen to my brother-in-law so much?"
Xiao chuckled, "The boss of Zero Organization, do you think I shouldn’t listen?"
Bi Chong gasped, having always thought that Fu Shiyan was just a top-tier bounty hunter, he hadn’t expected him to also be the boss of Zero Organization, one renowned just as much as Flying Eagle Organization.
Legend had it the boss of Zero Organization was an old geezer who controlled seventy percent of the global arms business, an absolute gold-devouring beast.
To think that he, distant yet so near, was actually Fu Shiyan.
This golden leg, he must hold tight.
The two speedboats stopped at the dock, and everyone boarded and sailed toward the open sea.
By then, An Yan had wrung out her clothes, changed back into them, and emptied the water from her boots before putting them on.
She darted out of the cargo hold and followed a rcenary, whispering, "Don’t make a sound, or I’ll eliminate you right now."
The rcenary nodded and was led by An Yan into the cargo hold.
"Where is Michael?"
The rcenary said, "In the cockpit."
"How many people are on this cargo ship?"
"Seventy-five people."
An Yan pursed her lips. One versus seventy-five, her chances were slim.
But she hadn’t planned to go back alive, just to kill Michael.
She knocked out the rcenary and stripped off his clothes to put on.
She walked out, lowered her hat, and climbed up the ladder.
"Oh no!"
She looked back.
The man hanging from the mast was being shaken and showed a pained expression on his face.
An Yan’s heart clenched, and she quickly headed toward the cockpit.
Standing at the door, she could hear the lascivious sounds of a man and a woman inside.
An Yan felt a surge in her stomach and almost vomited.
She swiftly dashed inside, gun aid at the man, "Long ti no see, Michael."
Michael slapped the woman’s buttocks, and the woman, sowhat disappointed, climbed off the table to sit on a nearby sofa, showing no fear of the situation.
Michael turned around, pulled up his pants, poured himself a glass of red wine, "You’re really like a ghost, always following . Anyone who doesn’t know would think you’re madly in love with .
Over the past two years, every ti I fall asleep, your voice wakes up.
Michael, go to hell!
Tch!
Seeing your true face today, I figure I won’t be frightened awake anymore.
Oh, indeed, you are beautiful."
An Yan fixed a steely gaze on him, "Release the man on the mast."
Michael shrugged, "Sure, as long as you don’t kill , he won’t die."
At that mont, the woman on the sofa suddenly raised a gun toward An Yan.
Michael didn’t even look back; he just fired behind him.
The woman fell onto the sofa, a bullet in her forehead, her eyes wide open in death.
Michael’s bright blue eyes sized up An Yan, "Look, I killed her for you, now you owe one. I truly admire you, Mo, be my woman."
An Yan fired directly at the man’s wrist, causing the gun to drop to the ground.
Michael cursed, "You really fired!"
An Yan raised her chin, "In terms of speed, you will never match . Just now, if you hadn’t acted, I’d have killed her in 0.1 seconds. Release the man on the mast."
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