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"Hold!"

Li Haotian cursed under his breath, and his footsteps stomped two cracks into the concrete breakwater.

The fishing rod that cost 9.9 yuan with free shipping was now only half a handle in his hand; the other half had long since flown away.

He gripped the fishing line, barely thicker than a hair, tightly in his left hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

An unimaginable force came from underwater, like a runaway truck caught on a fishing hook, trying to drag him into the sea.

"Eagle's Nest, it seems the target has caught a fish."

The observation post on top of the container had a voice that sounded like it was seeing a ghost.

"Damn, this guy is really strong, he wasn't dragged down."

"Shut up, keep observing."

Eagle Nest's voice was cold, but the knuckles of his hand holding the binoculars were also turning white.

In the telescope's field of view, the figure wearing a reflective vest was fiercely battling with an unseen force underwater.

He planted his feet firmly on the ground, leaned back, and pulled the taut fishing line at an exaggerated angle.

underwater.

The two frogmen were terrified.

The seawater in front of them was like a pot of boiling water, churning wildly.

The monster that surged up from the deep sea was larger than a small car, its mouth, composed of countless sharp teeth, frantically tearing at the fishhook, propelling its body to thrash about in the water.

One of the frogmen was about to raise his underwater rifle.

The monster suddenly swung its tail, and its huge tail fin swept across with tremendous force.

The frogman's pupils contracted sharply, and he couldn't even dodge.

Just then.

A shadow deeper than the seawater silently spread out from the shadows beneath the breakwater.

The shadow twisted in the water, transforming into several flexible tentacles.

One of the tentacles, like a venomous snake, silently wrapped around the frogman's ankle and suddenly pulled him backward.

The frogman was jolted off balance by the sudden force, narrowly avoiding the monster's deadly tail sweep.

He didn't even have time to feel fortunate.

Another shadowy tentacle had already ghostly wrapped around his neck.

click

A faint, crisp sound rang out, almost inaudible amidst the turbulent flow of water.

The frogman's body stiffened abruptly, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

His companion, witnessing this, gaped in horror as a string of bubbles emerged from the respirator.

He was about to turn around and run away.

The enraged monster turned around just then, and its huge mandibles snapped around his waist.

The seawater was instantly stained red with blood.

Murmur

On the sea surface, the swirling eddies that had been violently churning suddenly calmed down.

Li Haotian felt the pressure on his hand loosen.

"Is that all there is to it?"

He muttered something under his breath, then suddenly exerted force and pulled backward.

"Splash!"

Water splashed as a huge, ferocious head was forcibly dragged out of the water for half a second.

Then, with a "snap," the fishing line broke.

Li Haotian stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

He looked at his empty hands and slapped his thigh in frustration.

"Damn it, the line dropped and the fish got away, what bad luck!"

He angrily threw the broken fishing rod into the sea, then took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag.

He looked exactly like a fisherman who had struggled with a giant fish for hours and ultimately lost, his mentality exploding.

"Eagle's Nest, the target fish has escaped."

The observation post reported truthfully.

Eagle Nest put down his binoculars and rubbed his sore eyes.

"Let him keep fishing, ignore that lunatic."

"The bishop's men are almost here."

……

Half an hour later.

A faint engine sound came from the entrance of the dock, then quickly went out.

A dozen or so dark figures, like ghosts, silently disappeared into the shadows of the container yard.

They were dressed in matching black raincoats, with hoods on their heads and tactical masks covering their faces, revealing only their wary eyes.

Each person was carrying a silver tactical briefcase.

Li Haotian remained seated on his small stool, playing Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game) with his head down, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke billowing around him.

"Three to three."

"I can't afford it."

"Shunzi!"

The crisp game sound effects stood out starkly against the quiet dock.

The group of men in black moved swiftly, forming a tactical formation, and stealthily made their way towards Warehouse No. 3 while taking turns providing cover.

When passing by the breakwater where Li Haotian was.

The leader paused, turned his head, and stared intently at Li Haotian with his hawk-like eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

His gaze was filled with undisguised scrutiny and murderous intent.

Li Haotian seemed completely unaware and played another pair of "royal flushes".

He looked up and saw the man in black. Instead of being afraid, he grinned warmly, revealing a set of white teeth.

He pointed in the direction the man in black was about to walk, kindly offering a reminder.

"Dude, don't go that way."

The leader of the men in black tensed instantly, his hand already reaching for the weapon at his waist.

"The water is deep over there, and it's easy to get stuck."

Li Haotian continued speaking with a sincere expression.

"I just broke a line over there. If you're using a 7.2-meter pole, you'll probably need a 2.0 mainline to be safe."

"..."

The leader of the men in black was stunned.

His teammates behind him all froze in place.

They had imagined a hundred possible scenarios if they were discovered: a shootout, an escape, or being surrounded by the police.

I never imagined that someone would have a late-night, hardcore fishing technique exchange with them.

The leader of the men in black remained silent for a full three seconds.

He looked at Li Haotian's face, which was flickering in and out of focus under the light of the phone screen, and at the yellow reflective vest that was fluttering in the wind.

Finally, he managed to squeeze out three words through gritted teeth.

"Neuropathy."

He ignored Li Haotian, waved his hand, and led his team quickly toward Warehouse No. 3.

When passing by Li Haotian, everyone avoided him as if he were a plague god, keeping several meters away.

Li Haotian glanced at their furtive backs and curled his lip.

"Those who don't heed the advice of their elders will suffer the consequences."

"Don't cry if it gets stuck on the bottom later."

He muttered to himself, then lowered his head again and continued playing his card game.

Just as the last member of the group of men in black was about to disappear into the shadows around the corner of the warehouse.

The ordinary shadow beneath Li Haotian's feet twitched slightly.

A black tentacle, thinner than a toothpick, silently emerged from the shadows, skimming the ground like a gliding snake, and instantly stretched out more than ten meters.

A black metal piece smaller than a grain of rice was stuck to the tip of the tentacle.

The tentacle precisely circled around to the heel of the person at the back of the line and flicked him gently.

The miniature listening device was firmly stuck in the groove of the sole of his shoe.

The entire process took less than 0.1 seconds.

After doing all this, the shadow tentacles retracted with lightning speed, as if nothing had happened.

Li Haotian slowly stretched and put his phone back in his pocket.

He looked up at the tightly closed door of Warehouse No. 3 and chuckled.

"It's taken the bait."