Chapter 159 Direct Kill
Momo didn't blame them. She smiled and spoke to them gently as before, "You two scurried out like two mice. How could you not be frightening?"
"I felt like my heart was going to stop for a second."
Mao Mao laughed too, "It wasn't intentional, it was purely coincidental."
"Momo, let's go back to the living room. Aunt Sang's dinner will be ready soon," Anai said, and walked forward on her own.
"Oh." Momo had no choice but to go back with them.
In the following days, Anai and Maomao took turns following Momo, and even when they weren't right behind her, they were always within her sight.
In short, she could see the two of them everywhere she went.
Momo then realized why the two children had suddenly returned.
It's likely that Fu Yungui's task for them this time was specifically to come back and keep an eye on him.
Momo had already thought of this, and this time she didn't have any hope at all, nor did she have any intention or plan to run away again.
So she let them follow her wherever they wanted, and she wouldn't say a word.
As for Fu Yungui, the group of people drifted at sea all night, and it wasn't until the next morning that they were shown to have entered Baustan.
The man remained asleep with his eyes closed, a hissing sound coming from his headphones.
"Sawa reports: We have now entered the Pasir Ris area and spotted two unidentified vessels ahead. They are too far away to lock onto the targets. Over."
Fu Yungui frowned, sat up straight in the recliner, and a lazy voice came from the earphone, "Don't make any rash moves yet, continue to observe, that's all."
"Sava received, all done."
The moment the sound from his earphones disappeared, the man stood up, glanced at his phone, and saw nothing but a few useless messages from his old man.
A whole day has passed, and this woman hasn't sent me a single message.
Even if you know you're delivering goods, you should at least ask if I've arrived. You should at least show some feigned concern.
There was absolutely no news. If you really had a cat, it would at least meow a few times if its owner wasn't home for a few days.
This woman is even more cold-blooded than a kitten.
Thinking this, the man's face darkened. He then put his phone in his pocket and walked forward, preparing to go downstairs for breakfast.
Besides hauling cargo, this large ship also has a simple dining area underneath. Although it's not as luxurious and diverse as his yacht, it's considered a relatively good treatment when on a mission.
Just as the man finished breakfast and came upstairs, Night Hawk walked over to him to report on the situation.
"Brother Yun, the Sawa side has locked onto the target and confirmed that it is an Israeli organization member conducting a routine sea patrol. They have already issued a warning to us."
The man's expression didn't change, but his tone was very impatient. "Just follow the original route, shake off those annoying things, and if they catch up again, just send them bullets for breakfast."
Nighthawk replied, "Understood."
Within two minutes, everyone received the order, and in an instant, the dozen or so speedboats gathered at sea sped across the water like rockets, the waves they created almost engulfing the boats.
Two slightly dilapidated speedboats followed desperately behind.
The faster they ran, the more urgently the people behind them chased.
Anu sat on the speedboat, rested his submachine gun on the side of the boat, looked around through the scope to check the situation, and then aimed at the target.
"Anu has locked onto the target. Please provide further instructions."
A message came through the earpiece. The man leaned back in his chair, smoking, and without looking up, simply said, "Kill him outright."
"receive."
On the speedboat behind, several soldiers carrying guns were already firing a barrage of bullets at the speedboat in front. Because the two sides were a little far apart, the bullets lost their direction after they came, scattering in all directions and having no offensive power whatsoever.
The leader, with his dark face, turned and signaled the helmsman to speed up, but before he could finish speaking, a bullet suddenly pierced through the gap between them.
Before the person in front could answer him, blood mixed with brain matter spurted out, spraying onto the people around him, and then he fell straight backward to the ground.
The leader, with his dark face, hurriedly drew his gun for self-defense, then grabbed the man next to him and pulled him toward the cockpit, yelling, "Get the fuck in there right now!"
In just over ten seconds, the two speedboats had widened the distance between them, and Nal on the other side had also successfully taken out the cockpit target on another speedboat.
Even though the two speedboats behind were unwilling to fall behind, they were still powerless to turn the tide.
They chased after him desperately, while Blackface contacted headquarters, hoping to request reinforcements.
They never expected that a group of people would suddenly appear and attack them in this sea area that they had controlled for so long.
Before Blackface could even connect to the signal, two armor-piercing shells hurtled towards them. In an instant, flames and thick smoke shot from the sea into the sky.
The thick smoke lingered on the sea for a long time before dissipating. The man leaned against the deck, smoking and glancing around casually as he exhaled smoke rings.
About twenty minutes later, about ten speedboats came to a steady stop in the harbor.
The pre-arranged vehicles were already waiting there.
A group of people quickly loaded the goods and then set off for their destination.
Upon entering Basha's controlled area, the air was filled with a sense of impending death; the courtyard walls were dilapidated, and the walls of the houses everywhere were dark and grimy.
Looking around, apart from the traces of artillery fire, there was not a single intact home to be seen.
Fu Yungui sat in the car, a cigarette dangling from his lips, looking out at the pairs of curious yet fearful eyes, a slight tremor running through his heart.
The child, pale and thin, still revealed innocence in his deep eyes, even after experiencing countless hardships.
There's also the sense of curiosity about the unfamiliar.
The children seemed to see every unfamiliar armed man who appeared there as a hope for their rescue, but at the same time, they worried that they might be even more ruthless killers.
“We haven’t had any food here for almost half a month,” Anu said, sitting in the front seat. Looking in the rearview mirror, she saw the man staring at the children outside and couldn’t help but explain.
Upon hearing this, the man frowned slightly, but said nothing.
Those innocent and clear eyes suddenly reminded him of Huang Momo. If that woman came along and saw these poor children, his uncontrollable sympathy would overflow like the sea.
Then they would insist on chattering away to you about how pitiful they were, so that you would help them.
It's pitiful; there are simply too many pitiful things in this world.
There are so many things in this world that make people feel powerless.
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