Mr. Mike struggled to his feet.

Only then did they see that the man in charge of steering and controlling the ship had been thrown out of the glass in front of the control room by the huge impact and was lying on the deck, his life hanging in the balance.

"Mr. Mike, hurry in."

The remaining two henchmen nervously looked around as they backed away, bending down to pull Mr. Mike off the ground.

Just as the two stood up, with a thud, the burly man supporting Mr. Mike shuddered, blood gushing from his chest.

"Jack~, Jack~"

The remaining man called out his companion's name with a sorrowful expression, while quickly pulling the trigger of his gun to cock it.

"Mr. Mike, hurry, hurry, go into the control room, the ship has stopped."

"If we get caught, we'll all die."

Mr. Mike shakily got to his feet, hunched over, and ran toward the cabin. With a bang, he was shot in the abdomen.

He gritted his teeth, got up, and kept running.

After finally making it into the control room, he pulled the rudder to full speed and felt the cruise ship shoot off at high speed. Only then did Mr. Mike clutch his abdomen, close his eyes, and pass out.

Wang Zhongren watched the cruise ship speed away, his eyes filled with resentment, and he clenched his fist and slammed it against the railing.

"Chase them! Full speed ahead! Catch them!"

"yes!"

However, their ships were inferior in every aspect to those built by Western countries at great expense, and after a short chase, the distance between the two sides widened.

On the other side, Kong Liu and the others, hearing the intense gunfire behind them, all swam forward with all their might, as if their lives depended on it.

Five kilometers is no short distance, and it almost exhausted them.

They held their breath, none of them daring to stop or even slacken their pace. Their hands moved like propellers, pushing the limits of human endurance.

Fortunately, the wind was blowing in my favor, and I finally managed to get some sand under my feet before I dared to breathe loudly.

Just as the group was helping each other climb onto the beach, blinding lights shone on them, and rows of fully equipped armed police officers pointed their guns at them.

Meng Bai and the others went limp and collapsed to the ground, their hands trembling as they raised them, their eyes filled with despair.

At five in the morning, the horizon was a blood red.

Wang Zhongren, who hadn't slept all night, stood expressionless on the beach with his hands behind his back.

Small boats shuttled back and forth on the sea, and bodies pulled from the sea were lined up on the beach.

There were Ah Biao and Liu San'er's gang, as well as tall, blond foreigners.

Meng Bai and his group's yacht was driven to shore, and boxes of cultural relics were unloaded from the yacht.

"Report to the captain, all cleanup is complete."

The visitor was Huang Kun, the contact person for Wu Cheng Trading Company.

Although he hadn't slept all night, he was full of energy.

This operation was a resounding success.

In Shanghai, an underground cultural relic smuggling ring colluding with officials and businessmen was apprehended with all its members and contraband seized. Several key leaders were arrested, and high-ranking officials within the organization were either killed or captured.

In addition, a series of other cases were later uncovered, including a large group of "suspects" that Meng Bai had imprisoned in the basement of the factory, Yu Shengchun, the second-in-command of the Meng family villa, and several underlings of Kong Liu, Zhou Liang, and Lan Chengyong.

More than a hundred criminals were apprehended in this operation.

The cultural relics involved in the transaction were also intercepted and recovered. Most importantly, in such a large-scale shootout, no comrades on their side died in the line of duty; only two comrades were shot, but their lives were not in danger.

They did manage to eliminate nearly ten foreign invaders, which is a remarkable achievement even by today's standards.

No wonder that person in Kyoto went to great lengths to get Wang Wenliang into this event. The police officers who participated in the event had this achievement added to their files, which is quite remarkable.

"Captain, what's wrong?" Huang Kun asked, seeing Wang Zhongren frowning and looking at the sea with a gloomy expression.

"Shouldn't we be heading back soon? The General Administration has arranged for reporters from several major newspapers to interview us!"

Wang Zhongren looked at Huang Kun expressionlessly and asked coldly.

"Didn't you say you had already informed the maritime patrol ships?"

Why didn't any of their people show up later?

Huang Kun's expression hardened. "Captain, the message we sent was intercepted. It seems to be related to Lan Chengyong."

"He is a first-level customs supervisor in Shanghai, and he often has contact with the sea. So, over time, he may have also planted a mole over there."

A storm was brewing in Wang Zhongren's eyes. "If they come, those two sheep farmers from yesterday won't be able to escape at all!"

"Have they sent out any search ships?"

Huang Kun nodded frantically at Wang Zhongren's face. "After we finished here last night, we already told them over there, and they said they would send patrol ships to intercept and search!"

"Captain Wang, are you worried about Comrade Su? She'll definitely be alright."

Seeing that Wang Zhongren looked a little timid, Huang Kun opened his mouth, but still mustered up the courage to offer some words of advice.

"There were thirteen people on their ship at the time. Eight of them were killed and fell into the sea. I was watching through binoculars at the time. The Russian was also shot. Three people were killed and lying on the deck. One of them was thrown out of the control room through the glass and his fate was unknown. The chances of the others surviving were not high."

"Comrade Su is quick-witted, intelligent, and brave; she'll definitely be alright!"

"Perhaps, perhaps we'll hear from the patrol ship soon!"

"Hey~"

Wang Zhongren sighed. When his boat collided with the ship, he seemed to vaguely see Su Qingci's figure rushing towards it.

He was 100% certain that Su Qingci was still on that cruise ship, but now she was nowhere to be found, neither alive nor dead.

Hopefully, the patrol ships at sea can find that cruise ship as soon as possible!

"Let's go back!" Wang Zhongren glanced at the boundless sea again, his eyes dim as he spoke to Huang Kun.

When Su Qingci woke up, it was already past ten o'clock the next morning.

The fluffy carpet, because of the air conditioning blast, kept getting into her nose.

"Cough cough~"

Su Qingci felt an itch and instinctively sneezed twice.

He then slowly opened his eyes and sat up.

The violent impact yesterday knocked her unconscious, and she's still feeling dizzy and her whole body aches.

"yue~"

She gagged twice, clutching her dizzy head. Had she suffered a concussion?