"There are at least eight of them, heavily armed." He turned and said, "Interpol will provide support from the perimeter, but we need to get Zhang Shumin's confession first."
Hua Jinyue tapped away without looking up. "The surveillance is done! The park cameras are now showing yesterday's footage." She suddenly clapped her hands excitedly. "Brother! Jinyue found something interesting!"
She turned the computer towards Feng Yulan: "Look, the bad aunt's bank records!"
The screen showed that Zhang Shumin had transferred money to an account every month for the past six years - the recipient was Feng Yulan's mother!
"This is impossible!" Feng Yulan rushed to the computer, "My mother had already..."
"Did he die of illness a long time ago?" Hua Jinyue smiled sweetly. "Then who is this person who collects the money every month?"
Ye Qingliu took the computer and said, "Identity theft. Zhang Shumin uses this method to control you—if you don't obey, she can expose you for 'accepting stolen money' at any time."
Feng Yulan felt like she was falling into an icy cave. It turned out that for the past six years, she had not only lived in a violent marriage, but had also unwittingly become part of a money laundering operation.
The car stopped five hundred meters from the dock. Ye Qingliu checked his pistol. "Ms. Feng, go meet them as agreed. Keep your headphones on and do as I say."
Hua Jinyue handed her a button-sized device: "Put it in your pocket. Jinyue needs to see clearly who hurt her brother~"
The girl's smile was innocent, but her eyes made Feng Yulan shudder.
The pier was deserted at dusk, and the sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, blew in. Feng Yulan followed the instructions and walked to berth number three, her heart pounding like a drum.
"Stop." Two armed men stepped out of the shadows. "Where's the stuff?"
Feng Yulan raised her empty hands: "I want to see my mother-in-law first."
One of them roughly grabbed her arm and dragged her into a yacht. Inside the dimly lit cabin, Zhang Shumin sat perfectly still on a leather sofa, sipping wine. How could she look injured?
"Where's the hard drive?" She came straight to the point, her tone cold and indifferent, like a completely different person.
Feng Yulan's voice trembled: "You...are you really helping Jin Wancheng?"
Zhang Shumin sneered, "Silly girl, there's no such thing as black and white in this world." She put down her wine glass, "The Ye family wasn't a good family either. Back then, they..."
The yacht suddenly shook violently, and the alarm blared. Zhang Shumin's face changed drastically: "What's going on?"
Screams and gunshots rang out from the deck. Feng Yulan was thrown to the ground, and Zhang Shumin quickly pulled out a submachine gun from under the sofa, her movements unbelievably agile.
"There's an ambush!" she roared fiercely. "Take that girl as a hostage!"
Two strong men rushed towards Feng Yulan, but were shot in the head a second before they touched her.
Blood splattered on Feng Yulan's face, and she watched in horror as the cabin door was kicked open - Ye Qingliu stood with a gun, and behind him was Hua Jinyue, who was wearing a Lolita skirt but carrying a rocket launcher.
"I found you, bad aunt~" The girl's sweet voice formed a strange contrast with the weapon in her hand.
Zhang Shumin opened fire without hesitation, and Ye Qingliu pounced on Feng Yulan like lightning and fought back at the same time.
Bullets whizzed in the small space, and glass shards flew everywhere.
Hua Jinyue suddenly screamed: "How dare you hurt my brother!"
A bullet had grazed Ye Qingliu's cheek, leaving a bloody streak. The girl's expression instantly twisted, her sweet features ferocious as a demon. Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger of the bazooka.
"Jinyue! Stop!" Ye Qingliu's stop was a step too late.
The rocket roared out, blasting the yacht's superstructure to pieces. A heat wave swept through the cabin, and Feng Yulan, protected by Ye Qingliu, nearly had her eardrums ruptured by the explosion.
Hua Jinyue dropped the bazooka and pulled out two submachine guns from under her skirt, firing as she walked forward: "Die, die, die!"
Zhang Shumin hid behind the bar in a panic and shouted to Feng Yulan: "Yulan! Help me! I know where your mother is!"
Before Feng Yulan could react, Ye Qingliu had already shot Zhang Shumin in the right shoulder. The old man screamed and the gun fell to the ground.
"That's enough." Ye Qingliu held down his sister, "Leave her alive."
Hua Jinyue pouted and reluctantly stopped shooting, but suddenly turned to Feng Yulan: "Sister, were you trying to help her just now?"
The black muzzle of the gun was vaguely pointing at Feng Yulan, and the girl's sweet smile hid murderous intent.
"Jinyue." Ye Qingliu frowned, "She doesn't know."
Hua Jinyue tilted her head and looked at Feng Yulan for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled: "Okay, I'll listen to you, brother."
She skipped over to Zhang Shumin and slammed the butt of her gun into her face. "But bad aunts must be punished!"
Ye Qingliu did not stop her, but just took Feng Yulan out of the cabin.
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