Chapter 39
Outer sea, waves are two meters high.
With chains wrapped around his waist, Yu Chen was pushed off the speedboat in the instant—
Seawater rushes into my eardrums, like pressing the mute button on the world.
But her knuckles tightened silently, and a tiny metal piece appeared in her palm—
The key to the top shelf of the safe was shiny from being soaked in seawater.
Her long, black hair swung in the air, arcing like a fire rekindled by the night.
But they were instantly swallowed by the sea, without even having a chance to cry for help.
The speedboat turned around, its lights fading into the distance, as if closing the door to failure.
Vickery stood at the stern, lit a cigar, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice:
"Tsar does not tolerate losers."
He exhaled a puff of smoke, as if sealing an unfinished obituary with a final seal.
Little did they know, beneath the surface of the sea—
The chain lock was pried open instantly by the key.
Yu Chen is like a fire released back into the deep sea.
It sank silently, but it did not go out.
The next day, Tsar top floor.
Vickers sat in his study, his knuckles silently tightening on the documents—
[Deep-Sea Accident Report]
Name: Cheng Yan (Amber Cheng)
Status: Missing, presumed dead
Photo: Black hair, pale skin, no smile on his lips, like a portrait taken for death.
He closed the file, his voice so low it was barely a whisper:
"Cheng Yan, you're finally dead."
Little did they know, at the same moment—
In the deep sea, at an uninhabited dock, a black body bag washes ashore on the rocks.
Inside the bag was a female corpse whose height, hair color, and calluses on her knuckles matched Yu Chen's perfectly.
That was a "substitute" prepared three months in advance for the seal engraving.
DNA was modified, fingerprints were replaced.
Even the faint red roots of her hair were dyed the same black.
The body bags were pushed ashore by the waves, as if putting a period to the failure.
But he spared the true body a way to survive.
Deep sea, unmanned submarine.
Yu Chen was picked up and boarded the boat. His black diving suit clung to his skin, like a sheet of iron covering a fire.
Messenger: Ke Zhang, 23 years old, with dark circles under his eyes that looked like they were smeared with ink, but his lip color was strangely bright.
He tossed her a tiny USB drive, his voice sweet and seductive:
"The body bags have been brought ashore, and the DNA has been replaced."
Now, you are the sole survivor of the 'deep-sea accident'—
It was also the only surviving key to the top shelf of Vicki's safe.
Yu Chen tucked the USB drive into the inner pocket of his diving suit, his voice low and steady.
What's in the safe?
Knuckles clattered on the keyboard as they carved their inscriptions, and the screen lit up—
[Viktor Drakovich - Top Safe]
Location: Tsar underground vault, level -3, fingerprint recognition + iris recognition + mechanical key
Contents: Original debt contract, list of moles, gun procurement list,
And a revenge file labeled [YC-2025].
His voice lowered, and he was unusually tactless:
That file contains your parents' death orders.
It was also something Viktor left for himself—
The last card.
Deep sea, unmanned submarine, 04:00.
Yu Chen tucked her long black hair into her diving cap, like hiding fire in the night.
She lowered her head, pressed the tiny USB drive against her fingertip, and spoke in a voice so soft it was barely a whisper:
"The fake is dead, the real one is resurrected."
"Now, it's my turn to write Viktor's obituary."
The submarine sank silently, as if adding a delay coordinate to an unfinished analysis:
—I can push it away, but I can't forget it.
You can escape, but you can't hide.
—The fake has made it ashore, and the real one has been resurrected.
—In the next round, it will be Vic's turn to be taken away by the Deep Sea, leaving not even an echo.
V. The Unknown Resurrection
Deep sea, unmanned submarine, 04:30.
The submarine silently approached the Tsar underground drainage canal, like a pre-written obituary for an enemy, and then affixed the final seal.
Yu Chen rose silently, his black diving suit being peeled off by the water, like a layer of iron being shed from a fire.
She looked up, towards the direction of Tsar's underground vault, her voice barely audible:
“Vicky, the door you closed—”
I want to use your own key to open it.
An unknown resurrection continues—
The land beneath the waves is a grave that Yu Chen dug for himself.
It was also an obituary she had written in advance for her enemy.
On the wave, Viktor was standing in front of the safe.
The knuckles tightened silently in the [YC-2025] file.
But that red hue swallowed by the deep sea can no longer be found.
The waves continued to rise, like a preemptively tolling bell—
This time, no one let go.
But someone used the resurrection key to unlock the enemy's final trump card.
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