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Thick sea fog, like a giant shroud, blocked the "Ocean Cruiser's" path forward. The radar screen flickered erratically, and the dull thud of waves crashing against the hull was amplified in the silent night, like whispers from the abyss. The air in the bridge seemed to freeze; only the faint hum of the instruments reminded everyone that this giant ship was heading towards an unknown destination.

Su Wan stood by the porthole, her nails digging deep into the flesh of her palms. She stared intently at the outline gradually emerging from the mist ahead, her pupils slightly contracting with extreme tension.

That's not a port.

Her voice was dry, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

Li Haotian stood behind her. The little black dog in his arms seemed to sense the sudden tension and killing intent in the air. Its usually docile fur bristled slightly, and a low growl like thunder rumbled from its throat. Li Haotian didn't speak, but simply reached out and gently stroked the little black dog's back. His gaze passed over Su Wan's shoulder and coldly locked onto the huge island rising from the sea.

That's definitely not a port.

As the "Ocean Cruiser" drew closer, the island's true face was gradually revealed under the stark white beams of searchlight. The entire island resembled a tombstone cast in concrete, with gray-black buildings built against the mountainside, arranged in a staggered yet oppressive order. High-voltage electric fences stretched along the towering walls, and every few dozen meters there was a watchtower, its red signal lights flickering in the fog like peering ghostly eyes.

The pier extends into the sea, and several heavy armored vehicles are silently moored in the shadows, their dark cannon muzzles pointing faintly at the water. Every inch of this place, from the riot control barriers to the automatic cannon turrets, silently proclaims one fact—only one kind of thing is welcome here: prisoners.

"It seems our 'lifeline' is actually a noose." Li Haotian's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes more chilling than the sea breeze outside the window. "Typical 'Divine Grace Trust' style, or the private territory of some madman organization that doesn't want to show its face. They're not saving people, they're taking them back."

"The captain just announced that everyone must go to Quarantine Zone 3 for 'disinfection' after disembarking." Lin Mo adjusted his glasses, pointed to the mandatory command that had just popped up on the screen, and said with a sense of absurdity, "That's usually the area used to detain top-tier bio-infected individuals."

"They'll have to see if they have the teeth to put us in cages."

Li Haotian pulled the tactical dagger, modified by Qin Yue, from his outer thigh. The blade gleamed with a bloodthirsty light in the dim light. He glanced back at Liu Hu and Qin Yue, who were inspecting their weapons, and ordered in a low voice, "The previous infiltration plan is off. Since they've opened the door so wide, we won't be polite. Liu Hu, I need control of this ship within five minutes."

"Boss, you said it yourself." Liu Hu grinned maliciously, pulling back the bolt of his gun. The crisp metallic clang instantly ignited the smell of gunpowder in the carriage. "Those bastards have set up a security team on the deck. Looks like they want to fight head-on. I've been itching for a fight for ages."

"Move quickly, don't give them a chance to blow up this ship." Li Haotian turned to Qin Yue, "Once you have control of the cockpit, immediately cut off external communications and jam the island's radar. I want them blind and deaf."

"clear."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Haotian had already kicked open the hatch leading to the deck.

A sudden gust of wind, mixed with torrential rain, swept in, causing the hems of their clothes to flutter wildly. On the deck, a dozen mercenaries clad in full black tactical gear stood ready, assault rifles at the ready, staring intently at the hatch. Upon seeing Li Haotian and his group, the captain immediately raised his gun and roared, "Drop your weapons! Hands over your heads! Anyone who doesn't want to die—"

"Bang!"

A deafening gunshot ripped through the wind and rain. A burst of blood erupted from the captain's helmet, and before he could even scream, his body fell heavily onto the deck like a kite with a broken string, sliding a considerable distance down the flooded deck.

The heavy assault rifle in Liu Hu's hand was still emitting wisps of smoke, and his eyes, hidden behind his mask, gleamed with a beastly fervor: "Enough with the nonsense. Brothers, fire!"

On this narrow deck, Liu Hu, firing at full power, was like a human meat grinder. A dense hail of bullets poured out like a torrential downpour, instantly pinning the mercenaries down. Bullets struck the containers and railings, sparks flying, the metallic clanging like thunder.

The mercenaries were clearly unprepared for the terrifying firepower of these "refugees," and were instantly pinned down behind cover, unable to move. Several mercenaries who tried to retaliate were shot through the chest by precise bursts of fire as soon as they peeked out.

But the real terror has only just begun.

Ignoring the hail of bullets around him, Li Haotian moved like a black lightning bolt through the rain. Bullets grazed his clothes, but never managed to touch them. Suddenly, the figure in his arms sprang out. Although Xiao Hei was still slightly weak, its aura as a mutated creature was still awe-inspiring.

It landed atop a towering shipping container, its black fur, soaked through by the rain, clinging tightly to its body and outlining its powerfully muscular physique. Its eyes, once like clear gemstones, now gleamed with an eerie silver light in the darkness.

Xiao Hei let out a sharp, piercing roar at the mercenaries below. The sound seemed to pierce through eardrums and directly into the cerebral cortex. Several mercenaries who were preparing to throw grenades suddenly froze, their hands trembling, and the grenades rolled directly to their feet.

"boom!"

The sound of explosions mingled with screams, and chaos erupted on the deck.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Li Haotian had already rushed to the stairwell leading to the bridge. Just as two guards wielding submachine guns were about to raise their weapons, Li Haotian was already upon them. His left hand gripped one man's wrist like an iron clamp, twisting it swiftly with a crisp cracking sound, the disarming motion completed in one fluid motion; his right hand, gripping a dagger, precisely sliced ​​through the man's carotid artery, leaving the man terrified.

Blood gushed out, mixing with the rainwater and instantly staining the railings red.

The other guard tried to back away in terror, but found his breath caught in his throat. Xiao Hei had appeared on the stair railing without him noticing, his vertical pupils fixed on him, a low growl emanating from his throat making his legs weak, and he lost even the strength to pull the trigger.

Li Haotian wasted no time, kicking the terrified guard away and then slamming open the heavy security door of the bridge.

Inside the wheelhouse, several uniformed crew members watched in panic as the massacre on the deck unfolded on the monitor screen, until Li Haotian stood before them, his face covered in blood and exuding a murderous aura, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Turn the ship around." Li Haotian planted the bloodstained dagger on the control panel, his voice hoarse but undeniably authoritative. "Also, block all signals."

The captain, trembling, raised his hands and watched as the creature—whether cat or monster—nimbly leaped onto the dial, baring its teeth at him, its silver claws leaving deep scratches on the electronic screen.

"No...don't kill me! I'll do it! I'll do it!" the captain cried out, his trembling hand pushing the control stick.

On the lower deck, the gunfire gradually subsided. Liu Hu stepped over the spent cartridge cases and blood, walking to the last surviving mercenary. The man lay prone on the ground, his face covered in blood, staring desperately at the dark muzzle of a gun.

"Where's that energy from before?" Liu Hu sneered. "Trying to lock us up? Go home and train for a few years before you come back."

Qin Yue quickly surveyed the battlefield and reported into her headset: "Boss, the deck has been cleared, control of the cockpit confirmed, and the radar has been jammed. The island's guards seem to have noticed something amiss; searchlights are sweeping this way."

Li Haotian stood by the porthole in the bridge, looking at the still imposing island in the distance. The searchlights there crisscrossed wildly, and the red flashing of warning lights could be vaguely seen. The machine guns of the coastal defense fortifications were slowly rotating, adjusting their angles to aim at the cargo ship that had suddenly "gone out of control."

"Since they don't want us in this cage, then let them see who the hunter is."

Li Haotian turned around and looked at his comrades, who were soaked in the rain but full of morale. The light in his eyes was sharper than a searchlight.

"Liu Hu, activate the heavy cannons on the ship. Since this is a prison, we'll help them tear down the walls."

Little Black crouched on the windowsill, letting out a soul-shaking howl towards the oppressive Death Row Island in the distance. In the storm, this steel behemoth was no longer passive prey; it bared its fangs, announcing the arrival of another storm on this forgotten sea.

This is another cage, but Li Haotian was never the one imprisoned inside. He is the intruder wielding a sharp blade, determined to shatter this cage even if it means trampling hell.