“Bang!”
Pond Heron’s fist hit the car’s door, extending his long legs; he hugged his assault rifle as he closed his eyes, with an angry expression on his face after hearing the conversation; he did not want them to continue speaking.
He was infuriated, but similarly, he had no other choice.
Clearly knowing that his comrades would be placed in danger, yet he could only watch, watch without being able to do anything.
“We’re just thinking about the worst scenario; it doesn’t mean it would definitely happen. Didn’t something similar happen before? And in the end, everyone had returned safe and sound.” Pigeon, who felt deeply helpless enlightened his comrades, who each wore stern expressions, “Think about the good side, and remember their skills, think more about the good stuff and don’t stress yourself too much.”
Until it was time to board, Pigeon and company still hadn’t seen Ye Jian and company’s figures, the vehicle the Embassy had arranged by the brightly lit harbor was still sitting there, with no one driving it away.
At 4 a.m., the harbor wasn’t quiet, there were people on motorbikes driving from this side of the harbor to the other side, and some had even climbed on top of the ferries filled to the brim with cargo and pacing back and forth.
There were also people on the light towers scanning the ocean with binoculars as if looking for something.
These people all carried prohibited knives, and some had their chests puffed outwards, revealing the outline of a gun, and they kept circling the harbor without stopping.
A breeze blew across the ocean, a salty and fishy smell within the gust, as well as the smell of gasoline, the “vroom vroom” noise from the speedboat could be vaguely heard from the pitch-black ocean, it came closer and closer until the people standing in the harbor could see the figure of the driver.
They didn’t come to port. Instead, they did a 180 and steered back into the ocean.
There wasn’t just one speedboat on the ocean. Instead, there were ten speedboats; they surrounded these territorial waters as they moved onwards, then gathered together, and sometimes, the men on the boats would raise their voices to yell loudly.
They were all searching for a speedboat, as well as the people on board it.
“Spread out, spread out! Spread out the search radius!”
“Too dark, we can’t even see!”
“Goddamnit! Where did they go!”
As the speedboats dispersed, someone cursing could be vaguely heard.
In less than five minutes, a man from one of the speedboats contacted his colleagues; immediately, all of the speedboats turned into arrows and hurried full speed towards the signal.
Three shadows swam under a ferry, and not long after, someone slowly broke the water’s surface as if they had just stood up and grabbed onto the rope that was used to drop lifeboats.
Soon, when the beam of light stopped shining on them, the shadow took advantage of the opportunity and grabbed onto the rope with both hands; with agile movements like a monkey climbing a tree, they kicked their legs and had climbed onto the deck in no time.
There was someone on the deck walking closer with a flashlight in hand, with her pupils dimming; Ye Jian suddenly lowered her body and hid beneath a lifeboat.
With a drenched body, she couldn’t roll over the deck directly; the watermarks left behind would tell these bastards with prohibited weapons that someone had passed through here.
When the footsteps had gone far, Ye Jian immediately climbed up the deck, her legs hooked onto the railings while she was upside down, and with nimble hands, she quickly untied the rope and dropped it into the waters.
Just now, she only managed to reach the rope that wasn’t in the ocean by stepping on Roadrunner’s shoulders, so now she needed to drop the rope so that her comrades could climb onboard successfully.
In order to prevent the water beads on her shirt from dropping onto the deck and attracting attention, Ye Jian took off her shirt under the night’s guise and quickly wrung the water out from her shirt; she couldn’t take off her pants to wring it out, so she could only squeeze whatever corners she managed to grab.
The water flowed down along the ship’s hull, and each drop had joined into the ocean.
Very quickly, both Crane and Roadrunner had gotten on board and were using the same ways to wring their shirts and pants dry.
By the time several men with prohibited knives walked over, the trio’s figures had long since disappeared from here.
