Who would still start a business seriously after being reborn?

Chapter 695 This Killer Isn't So Cold
Lin Sipeng's statement that he came specifically to report on the event shifted the atmosphere from that of a kidnapping to that of a new employee onboarding.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Ona stared at the obsequious man who approached him, feeling his career as an assassin had been insulted like never before.

Before he could even make a move, the target delivered himself right to his doorstep.

"You..." Ona was about to say something harsh when Lin Sipeng rushed forward and grabbed the handle of his wheelchair.

“Brother Na, you have difficulty moving around, so just let me know if you need anything.” Lin Sipeng’s face was full of smiles, and he was more professional than a top waiter in a KTV: “Are you thirsty? I brought some imported mineral water.”

Seeing Lin Sipeng's sycophantic face, Ona's prepared cold lines were all stuck in his throat.

“No need.” Ona refused curtly, trying to maintain his assassin’s dignity.

Having observed people's expressions for so many years, Lin Sipeng easily sensed that Ona was being disingenuous. He eagerly took out a bottle of Evian water and a beautifully packaged box of macarons from his bag and carefully placed them on a relatively clean box next to Ona's wheelchair, saying, "Brother Na, please have something to eat first. President Chen specifically instructed that we must take good care of you, as you are a key figure in our plan."

Ona looked at the box of brightly colored pastries, which seemed completely out of place with his current situation, and his lips twitched.

He suppressed his discomfort and said in a hoarse voice, "We're doing a kidnapping, not a picnic. Can't you respect my profession?"

"Brother Na, I'm sorry." Lin Sipeng immediately stood at attention, glancing furtively left and right, and said, "Brother Na, don't worry, if anyone comes, I promise I'll act even better than if I were really kidnapped. How about this?"

After he finished speaking, he found a corner and squatted down, covering his head with his hands. But after a few seconds, he raised his head again and asked cautiously, "Brother Na, do you think I need to scream every now and then?"

"No need." Ona took a deep breath, feeling the pain in her wound starting again.

What a terrible thing! How could he have accepted such a horrible task?
From the moment it entered China, this whole thing has been incredibly bizarre.

Let's not even talk about accidentally falling into a black brick kiln; now we've gotten involved with this thing.

The two spent the afternoon together, and Ona tacitly approved of some of Lin Sipeng's flattery.

The main reason was that Lin Sipeng's flattery was so natural that even the aloof Ona couldn't resist it.

The next day, Lin Sipeng quickly got into the role and became Ona's full-time personal assistant.

Because of his physical limitations, Ona needs help with many things.

Moreover, Lin Sipeng treated him like an emperor emeritus.

"Na-ge, have some water." Lin Sipeng held up a water glass and carefully fed it to Ona's lips with a straw.

"Brother Na, dinner's ready." Lin Sipeng picked out the food from the boxed lunch one by one, tested the temperature first, and even blew on it to warm it up for Ona.

"Na-ge, do you need to use the restroom...?"

Ona always wanted to refuse, but reality was often harsh.

All he did was glare at Lin Sipeng with murderous eyes, showing his last bit of backbone.

Unfortunately, Lin Sipeng had already seen through this guy's pretense, so he continued to serve him diligently and attentively.

What made Ona even more devastated was Lin Sipeng's opportunistic attempts to instill corporate culture.

"Brother Na, look how far-sighted our CEO Chen's strategy is!" Lin Sipeng said while peeling an apple for Ona. "This move to lure the snake out of its hole is simply a stroke of genius. Only someone as talented and ambitious as our CEO Chen could come up with such a thing."

Ona ate his apple expressionlessly, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter a sentence: "What kind of snake is he trying to lure?"

“I can’t say.” Lin Sipeng shook his head and said, “These are not things we should inquire about. We just need to cooperate and play our part.”

Ona's lips twitched.

He really wanted to swear.

He's an assassin, when did he become an actor?
What are they filming? Is this "Léon: The Professional"?
Lin Sipeng quickly continued, rambling on, "Brother Na, did you go to university?"

"No." Ona took a big bite of the apple.

"That's such a pity. You should have gone to university. University is really great for developing people, and there are so many opportunities." Lin Sipeng muttered, "My achievements today are all thanks to my university experience. I'm not bragging, but I was the student council president back in university, I..."

"Shut up!" Ona said in a deep voice, unable to bear it any longer.

Lin Sipeng was startled and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Brother Na, I talked too much."

But after less than five minutes of silence, he couldn't help but start making conversation again, this time inquiring about Ona's career: "Ona, to be honest, after this is over, have you considered coming to work at Microsoft? With your skills and charisma, you could easily earn a million-dollar salary as a security consultant, which would be much better than what you're doing out there in the wind and rain. Look at what you've done now, it's not worth it at all."

Ona took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and began to recite Thai scriptures in his mind.

He was afraid he'd strangle this chatterbox if he didn't recite some scriptures.

At night, the abandoned oil refinery is even more eerie and terrifying, with the wind blowing through the empty corridors like the wailing of ghosts.

Lin Sipeng wrapped himself in his sleeping bag, leaving only his eyes showing, and warily scanned every suspicious shadow in the darkness.

Ona leaned back in his wheelchair, gazing at the waning moon outside the window, lost in thought.

The physical pain and the uncertainty of the future inevitably brought a touch of despondency to this tough guy.

"Brother Na..." Lin Sipeng called softly, his voice unusually clear in the empty workshop: "Are you...are you asleep?"

“No.” Ona’s voice sounded somewhat muffled in the darkness.

"I...I'm a little scared," Lin Sipeng said honestly. "Last night, I felt this place wasn't very clean."

Ona scoffed, saying with a hint of disdain, "The dead are safer than the living."

Lin Sipeng shivered and quickly changed the subject, saying, "Brother Na, do you think President Chen and the others will really get us out of here safely?"

Ona remained silent.

This was the question he was most unsure about.

Seeing that Ona remained silent, Lin Sipeng perked up and immediately said, "I think there's definitely no problem. Although President Chen is a bit ruthless and has a unique strategic vision, he still keeps his word. Besides, we're all in this together now. It wouldn't benefit him if he cheated us, would it?"

He paused, then added, "Brother Na, don't worry too much about your injury. Once we get out, I know an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor who specializes in treating sprains and bruises. He's incredibly skilled and will guarantee you recover to full health..."

“Shut up,” Ona said again.

"Okay." Lin Sipeng immediately fell silent. Seeing that Lin Sipeng was silent, Ona sighed helplessly.

He suddenly realized that being with this clown, although noisy, wasn't so unbearable in some ways.

At least, it's better than someone waiting to die in a black brick kiln.

On the third day, Waters received news that Ona had succeeded.

The Thai assassin he thought had either failed or gone into hiding actually succeeded.

With the police under full lockdown and Momo Group on high alert, Lin Sipeng was kidnapped.

"How is this possible? How did he do that? Can he really fly?" Waters' face was filled with disbelief.

He had originally planned to sever all ties with Ona and even began plotting how to shift the blame for hiring the hitman onto the Momo Group.

But now, Ona's success has disrupted all his subsequent plans.

Lin Sipeng's kidnapping has become the hottest problem.

The assistant carefully handed over a briefing containing the rumors that had just gone viral online: "Genius programmer Lin Sipeng is suspected of being kidnapped," along with some vague evidence.

"President, public opinion has started to ferment. If we don't deal with it quickly, once Ona is arrested by the Chinese police..." The assistant didn't dare to finish the sentence, but Waters understood.

Once Ona is arrested, it will inevitably cause a chain reaction. Lin Sipeng is a member of Momo Group. Now, besides Microsoft, who else in China would hire a hitman to kidnap the head of a competitor's affiliated company?

The most damaging thing is that the news of the professional assassin entering Jingzhou City had spread like wildfire and generated a huge amount of buzz online, instantly overshadowing the recent hottest topic: the exorbitantly priced mooncake incident.

To put it more bluntly, this is no longer just business competition, but a criminal offense, a scandal that could catastrophize Microsoft's reputation in the Chinese market.

However, they still have something to rely on: there is no concrete evidence pointing to them, because they don't hire hitmen themselves, but rather through third parties.

With Ona arrested, they will only become the prime suspects, not the targets of any investigation.

Waters hesitated for a long time before saying in a deep voice, "Even suspicion won't do; we must shut him up! Or make him leave China!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Waters' eyes.

He could no longer rely on that unreliable assassin organization; he had to utilize his deeper, hidden connections.

He took out his phone, took a deep breath, and connected to a number he rarely used.

This number belongs to a shipping group active in Southeast Asia that specializes in handling special logistics.

The group's leader was named Hull Bush, nicknamed Seawolf, and was originally a member of the U.S. Marine Corps.

With the rapid development of the US economy, the US infrastructure construction requires a large number of people.

But residents in the United States are used to the life of the elite. They can live a comfortable life with the help of their votes and have no reason to do dirty or messy jobs.

This led to the emergence of organizations like Hull Bush.

Their job is simple: they don't ask about the client's identity, they just transport people safely and discreetly to the United States. Their fees are not low, but they are known for their efficiency and secrecy.

They sent people to major cities like New York, Los Angeles, Washington, and Chicago, where they were put to do the most basic jobs, which greatly boosted the vitality of the cities.

These people are also known as illegal immigrants, but the US government turns a blind eye to those transported through organizations like Hull, and never deports them.

Organizations like Hull exist in many parts of Southeast Asia. They have connections with major American corporations and giants because those who need cheap manpower the most are often the business giants.

"Hel, there are two urgent packages that need to be shipped from Yantai City, Handong Province, by sea to Vietnam. Can you accept them?" Waters asked succinctly, keeping his voice low.

"What package?" Hull said. "You called me personally, without going through a middleman, which means this package is quite troublesome."

“One of the packages is a bit tricky; it involves a recent hot topic. The other is an add-on,” Waters said.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then a hoarse voice said, "You're not talking about Ona, are you? That guy who's all over China."

Waters did not deny it, saying, "Yes, now only you can help me, right? My old friend."

"If you hadn't called me personally, I wouldn't have gotten involved in this mess," the man said unhappily. "This guy is too difficult to deal with."

“I’ll give you five million, plus a favor. I can’t let him stay in China any longer; it’s very bad for me, you should understand,” Waters said.

"Alright then." The man hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'll help you this time."

Waters said, "Thank you. I will send you the rendezvous method, package details, and preliminary rendezvous location. Be quick. The Chinese police are not to be underestimated. You must be extremely careful."

"Don't worry, I'm all about speed and stability when I do things." After saying that, the other party hung up the phone.

Waters put down his phone, feeling his back soaked in cold sweat.

He didn't know if his move was right or wrong, but for now, it was the only way he could think of to eliminate this huge hidden danger as quickly as possible.

He could only pray that the Sea Wolf was professional enough to find and take Aona and Lin Sipeng away before the police and Cheng Yi could.

Meanwhile, at a port in Southeast Asia, a legally registered large cargo ship is preparing to set sail.

The captain, a dark-skinned, sharp-eyed middle-aged white man, put down the satellite phone.

“We’ve got a job, a big one, but it’s tough.” He said to the few capable crew members around him, “The target is Yantai City, Handong Province, China. There are two people, one of whom is a wanted celebrity. The client is in a hurry and wants us to get them out by sea as soon as possible.”

He unfolded an electronic nautical chart, pointed his finger at the long coastline of Yantai City, and said, "First, let's see if there are any cargo shipments to Yantai City. We need to take some express orders, the kind that require immediate unloading and departure. We'll leave port as soon as we pick up the passengers. If not, we'll take some cargo from other ports and set up Yantai City Port as a transit point. We'll also contact the Yantai City port authorities to arrange berthing."

The crew members nodded silently and began to prepare separately.

They were already very familiar with these procedures: how to accept orders, how to enter the port, how to unload cargo, how to arrange for people to pick them up, and how to secretly send the people they picked up into the ship's hold.

In this regard, there is no more professional team than them.

In ten years of smuggling operations, they have never failed.

(End of this chapter)