Chapter 207 Cold Weapon
This near-mechanical perfection is both awe-inspiring and unsettling.
She doesn't seem like a human being, but rather like a pre-programmed aristocratic template.
The ferry took more than ten minutes to sail out of territorial waters and officially enter international waters.
The sea grew wider and wider, the sky was overcast, and dark clouds hung low.
Radio silence was imposed, and the GP signal was also blocked.
All around was a deathly silence, a mingling of the sounds of waves and wind.
This means that from this moment on, everything that happens on the ship will remain unknown to the outside world.
This is a lawless place, the perfect hiding place for evil, and the ideal execution ground for ending life.
After setting up the autopilot system, Song Xiaoxiao quickly slid her fingertips across the control panel to confirm the route was correct. Then, she suddenly turned around, grabbed Song Zhiwei's wrist, and her movements were swift, decisive, and brooked no resistance.
The two walked side by side, quickly passing through the cabin and stepping onto the metal stairs leading to the deck.
Sunlight shone on the iron steps, reflecting a cold light.
The sea breeze rushed towards her, carrying a salty and damp scent, instantly lifting Song Zhiwei's dark brown wavy hair.
Her hair danced wildly in the wind, like a silent provocation.
A faint smile played on her lips, her eyes gleaming with a flippant yet chilling lightness, as if she had already seen through everything and remained unperturbed.
"There are a lot of sharks in this place."
She spoke with a light laugh, her voice as casual as if she were just chatting about the weather, "Tell me, what if you died in this sea? Torn to pieces, with no chance of even retrieving your body... Wouldn't that be pretty exciting?"
Song Zhiwei slowly turned her head, her gaze sweeping over the shimmering sea in the distance, her expression remaining calm, even with a hint of appreciation.
"The scenery is really beautiful."
She said softly, her tone flat, "The sea and sky blend into one, the waves surge, and it's even more beautiful at sunset. It would be a good burial ground for you."
Upon hearing this, Song Xiaoxiao's brow twitched almost imperceptibly, and she subconsciously looked around—the deck was empty, with only the sound of the wind slapping against the ship's hull and the low rumble of the engine in the distance.
She squinted, her gaze sweeping towards the edge of the ship's gunwale before quickly looking away, her heart beating faster.
She frowned, her tone turning cold: "What nonsense are you spouting? Don't think I'll believe your lies."
Song Zhiwei remained unhurried, standing still with her hands gently folded in front of her, as if she were watching a play that had already been rehearsed.
"You've been too busy lately, constantly running for your life, changing identities, and finding a way out. It's normal that you haven't had time to watch the news."
Her voice remained gentle, yet every word pierced Song Xiaoxiao's nerves like a nail.
She slowly turned her head, looking directly into Song Xiaoxiao's eyes, the smile on her lips becoming even clearer: "Something happened in Country D. Mr. Li, who had close ties with you, was detained on the spot by the special investigation team early yesterday morning. The chain of evidence is complete, communication records, fund flows, meeting videos... everything has been turned upside down."
She paused, her tone growing increasingly somber: "The evidence, both witnesses and physical evidence, are all pinned on you. Now, you've become the mastermind behind this transnational money laundering case. Interpol has issued a red notice, and both S country and D country are after you."
Song Xiaoxiao's face turned deathly pale instantly, as if she had been hit in the chest with a hammer.
Her pupils contracted slightly, and her lips trembled slightly, but no sound came out.
This matter...
She really knew nothing.
Song Zhiwei chuckled as she watched her reaction, as if she had expected all of this.
"Don't you think... your journey has been far too smooth?"
She spoke slowly, with a hint of amusement in her voice, "From Country S to the border, and then to this ferry, the journey was completely unimpeded, without even a single check. Do you think you were just lucky?"
Song Xiaoxiao's breath hitched slightly, and her fingers unconsciously tightened their grip on the railing.
"If you had chosen to stay in China back then, even if you had surrendered yourself and found a reliable lawyer, you would have only been imprisoned for a few years at most."
Song Zhiwei's voice turned cold, tinged with pity, "But you chose the stupidest path—escaping to D country."
She took a step closer, her gaze sharp as a knife: "And they never intended to spare your life."
Song Xiaoxiao's fingernails were almost embedded in the iron bars, and her knuckles were white.
She stared intently at Song Zhiwei, her voice hoarse: "Who are they?"
Song Zhiwei didn't answer, but continued, "Even if you didn't do anything, they would deliberately let you go. Because only if you leave can they solidify the charges. You are a pawn, and also a scapegoat."
She suddenly sneered: "Sheng Tingzhou already dug up your underwear long ago. You met Dr. N in S country and used the guise of a charity project to launder money for others. Later, you introduced Dr. N to Lin Qinian and earned a considerable commission."
Her tone was calm, as if she were reading an investigative report: "Then, you followed the trail and got involved with Mr. Li from Country D. That place is a chaotic mess all year round, with a new president every day and a civil war every day. The rule of law is practically non-existent. Once you set foot on that land, you can forget about ever coming back."
Song Xiaoxiao's face darkened for two seconds, and her breathing became heavy.
Suddenly, she burst into laughter, a dry laugh tinged with madness: "When I die, I'll drag you down with me! Don't forget, your hands aren't clean either! You know that, and I know that too! Once I'm dead, you won't escape!"
"Yeah?"
Song Zhiwei asked softly, her tone completely calm.
She slowly bent down, her movements as graceful as a dance.
The hem of her skirt lifted slightly with her movements, revealing her fair calves.
The next second, a small black pistol strapped to the outside of the calf came into view.
She gently drew the gun, its barrel gleaming coldly, and steadily raised it.
The gun was pointed at Song Xiaoxiao's chest, but it didn't move an inch.
"I have never dared to underestimate you."
Song Zhiwei said calmly, her eyes eerily calm, "From the first time you harbored murderous intent towards me, I knew this day would come sooner or later."
“You…” Song Xiaoxiao suddenly took half a step back, her heel hitting the edge of the deck with a dull thud.
Her pupils contracted sharply, and her heart pounded so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.
She never expected that the other party had already set up a trap.
So what if she brought a military knife?
So what if there's a dagger hidden in a boot?
Compared to this gun, those cold weapons are nothing at all.
The ferry continued its journey, its engine humming softly, the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the hull echoing through the air.
As we drew closer to the coastline of Country D, the dark outline of the land began to appear on the horizon.
On the deck, the two remained as still as two statues.
The wind rustled the hem of their clothes, but no one moved.
Song Xiaoxiao looked down at the churning seawater below—deep blue, almost black, with rolling waves, and who knows how many sharks were lurking beneath.
Her mind raced, weighing the pros and cons, searching for a glimmer of hope.
Either way, they were going to die. Staying on the ship meant certain death; jumping off might offer a sliver of hope.
At least, she could still struggle and escape.
But if you're unlucky, you can become a shark's lunch in the blink of an eye.
The waves surged, and the salty wind lashed against my face, icy cold, like the whispers of death echoing in my ears.
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