As Kujo Miki's vision gradually cleared, she vaguely saw Shizuru embracing the enemy.

Without saying a word, she took long strides and turned to leave.

Snap!

The short man casually ripped the female bodyguard, who was exerting all her strength, away and threw her out like trash.

The female bodyguard fainted on the spot, and the short man's hand reached for the gun at his waist again.

Just then, he sprang backward, his previous ease completely gone, his whole body tense like a herbivore drinking water by the river.

Look up.

On the third deck of the ferry, a long-haired woman looked at herself. Her black hair was flying in the wind, and she had a slender figure. She seemed as if she was about to be carried away by the wind.

Player!

"Little darling, retreat. The target is within firing range. I'm about to fire." A leisurely voice, seemingly from an older woman, came through the earpiece.

"There's at least one player on the ship, and the 'King of Black Mist' is in the water," the short man reported as he jumped into the sea.

"The King of Black Mist... his luck is terrible."

Da da da da da da da!

Intense gunfire erupted as helicopters and drones opened fire simultaneously, muzzle flashes and bullets swarming toward the ferry.

The bright yellow bullet casings fell into the water, like a school of fish scrambling for food.

Thanks to Li Changzhou's warning, the security personnel, who were already prepared, did not suffer many casualties.

But if things continue like this, even if they aren't shot to death, they'll sink to the bottom of the sea along with the ferry.

"Captain! The enemy has stopped! They're out of our firing range!"

"hateful!"

Out at sea, with nowhere to escape, am I really going to die here?

Yang Qinglan stood on the third-floor deck, watching the other person jump into the sea and escape, without giving chase.

She didn't care about the ferry sinking; on the contrary, she was happy to see it sunk.

On the helicopter, a woman in a vest who was trying to write "I was here" in Assad script on the ferry deck with a machine gun suddenly heard the tall man's voice.

"Witch, I have failed. The submarine has been saved by the King of Black Mist."

"Useless!" The vest-wearing woman—the witch—lost her good mood instantly.

"Cease fire." She stopped firing the machine gun.

The child in the co-pilot also stopped the drone, then dragged the mouse. The drones buzzed and dispersed, monitoring the ferry like vultures watching a dying man.

The east side of the ferry was riddled with bullet holes, but there was no major damage.

"The helicopter is running low on fuel, and the drone's battery won't last much longer either. We can't waste time." The child switched the screen and actually started playing a game, Snake.

Soon, the enormous red snake enveloped the entire game screen.

In a game, players of all ages were all encircled by the red snake.

"We're all just waiting to die." The child grinned broadly.

At that moment, a voice came through the channel.

"Witch, we're stuck at the port!" came the shouts, accompanied by intense gunfire and screams.

"waste!"

"Oh? So you succeeded on your end?"

“Of course not!” the witch said matter-of-factly. “Don’t get entangled. Delaying will only benefit the other side. Hurry up and come over.”

"Wait, the doctor saw a small boat (motorboat) that looks like a shuttle. We should be able to get away from the other side with it."

After disconnecting the communication, the child uses the drone to play sound.

"We'll stop after killing Kujo Miki."

"Hand over Kujo Miki's corpse, and we'll let you go."

On the ferry.

The female bodyguard, Shizuru, had woken up, surrounded by a group of security personnel, along with Kujo Miki.

No one seemed to waver at the broadcast, as if they hadn't heard it.

"Young Miss, the sky is blocked. We need to leave by submarine as soon as possible," Shizuru said.

“Shizuru is right,” the security captain said. “Miss, please leave as soon as possible. We will pretend you are still on the ship to buy you time.”

Kujo Miki sat in the center of the U-shaped sofa, arms crossed, legs crossed, her face calm, her long black satin hair draped over her shoulders.

“Shizuru,” she suddenly said.

Everyone tensed up, afraid of missing a single nasal sound.

"How strong was the person you fought?" Kujo Miki asked.

"He's very strong. I consider myself quite skilled; I could take on three average big men, and even a dozen with a dagger, but I'm no match for him." Jingliu recalled the scene from before, still feeling uneasy.

One punch was enough to render her unable to resist.

Do such powerful humans really exist in the world? Which organization trained them?

“Then do you know,” Kujo Miki looked up, “that his leg is also injured.”

Her observation skills were very sharp. She noticed that the short man's leg, which Li Changzhou had lengthened, only affected his landing when he jumped onto the deck.

But she didn't notice the dent on the short man's abdominal armor; otherwise, Li Changzhou might have been eliminated by the system.

"What?" Shizuru couldn't believe it. "But I didn't feel anything at all."

"Gene warriors?"

Shizuru didn't say anything. She knew that the young lady was, after all, a middle school student who occasionally read comics and played games.

"Shut up!" Kujo Miki suddenly looked up. "Can't you fire a few shots to show the enemy your resolve and shut these people up?"

"Yes!" The security team leader hurriedly withdrew.

Soon, gunshots rang out outside, and the drone's declaration indeed came to an end.

"Has my mother been notified?"

"...The signal was cut off; the other side seems to have jamming equipment." Shizuru licked her dry lips.

"So, does that mean I'm doomed?" Kujo Miki sneered.

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