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"Boom!"

A muffled, deafening roar came from the distant sea, like Thor beating his war drums deep in the clouds. The sound waves rolled across the sea, making the deck of the fake coast guard ship tremble slightly.

This loud bang was like an invisible giant hand, gripping the heart of every fake coast guard on the deck.

They turned their heads almost simultaneously, as if by reflex, and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Upon seeing this, everyone's face instantly turned deathly pale.

At the horizon, where the sea and sky meet in the twilight, a large law enforcement vessel is cutting through the waves, speeding towards them with an almost aggressive attitude.

The ship was enormous, and the waves it cleaved through at the bow surged into two white walls of water in the twilight. The red and blue warning lights on the ship were flashing wildly, like two angry eyes, locking onto their fake coast guard vessel.

What made their scalps tingle even more was that a large-caliber water cannon was raised high on the bow of the law enforcement vessel, its muzzle gleaming with a cold metallic luster in the twilight, pointed directly at the direction of their ship's cockpit.

That's a real coast guard vessel.

Moreover, judging from the ship's shape and tonnage, it is at least a large patrol vessel of over a thousand tons.

"I...I'm so pissed..."

A fake coast guard's gun clattered to the deck. His lips trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief and terror. "The...the coast guard is here?!"

"more than!"

Another fake coast guard officer suddenly raised his hand, pointing to the distant sea behind the enforcement vessel. His voice, shrill with extreme terror, screamed, "Look behind you! What's that?!"

Following the direction he pointed, everyone saw at least three or four smaller speedboats following closely behind the large coast guard vessel, their lights flashing and leaving streaks of red in the twilight.

On the decks of those speedboats, one could vaguely see figures dressed in black combat uniforms and wearing helmets, their guns gleaming coldly in the twilight.

"The police department...it's someone from the police department!"

Someone recognized the model of the speedboats and the uniforms of the personnel, their voice almost overflowing with despair, "The Special Operations Unit from the Detective Agency is here too! How could they have gotten here so quickly?!"

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

A fake coast guard with a buzz cut shook his head repeatedly, his face contorting with fear.

"Our route is classified, and we deliberately took a detour before setting off. There's no surveillance at sea, so how could they possibly have found us here?!"

No one answered him.

Because the answer is no longer important.

The crucial point is that they are now trapped on the edge of the high seas, far from the coastline, with large coast guard vessels blocking their way in front and special police speedboats pursuing them from behind. They have nowhere to go but nowhere to escape.

And just then...

"Da da da da da!"

A dense, muffled sound of propellers cutting through the air came from the clouds overhead.

The sound grew louder and louder as it approached from afar, like the flapping of wings of a swarm of wasps or the panting of an ancient beast, making one's eardrums tingle.

All the fake coast guards froze in their tracks.

They slowly raised their heads and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

In the twilight sky, three dark green armed helicopters broke through the clouds and flew rapidly toward their ship from a high vantage point.

The helicopter's fuselage clearly bore the insignia of the Special Operations Aviation Team of the Detective Agency, and the rotating machine gun beneath the nose gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the twilight, its muzzle already aimed at the deck below.

The hatches on both sides were wide open, and each helicopter carried at least four special agents. They were dressed in black combat uniforms, wearing bulletproof helmets, and their faces were painted with camouflage paint. Their assault rifles were already loaded, and the muzzles of the guns protruded from the hatches, coldly pointing at everyone on the deck below.

"The helicopter squadron has arrived too..."

One of the fake coast guards' legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the deck. His weapon slipped from his grasp, but he seemed oblivious, staring blankly at the three approaching armed helicopters overhead, muttering to himself, "It's over...it's all over..."

The three armed helicopters were much faster than the coast guard ships.

In just a few breaths, they had flown over the fake coast guard ship, hovering in a triangular formation less than fifty meters above the deck.

The wind whipped up by the propellers was like a typhoon passing through, blowing violently downwards. Debris on the deck was swept up and flew everywhere. The clothes of the fake coast guards were blown about, and some people subconsciously raised their hands to cover their faces, but they could barely open their eyes.

The rotary cannon under the nose of the aircraft slowly turned, its muzzle sweeping back and forth across the deck before finally stopping directly in front of the group of fake coast guards.

The special agents inside the helicopter used a scope on the hatch to put the head of each fake coast guard below into the crosshairs.

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

The shadow of death, like an invisible giant net, descended from the sky, enveloping the entire ship.

Just then, at the door of a helicopter, a special agents picked up a megaphone, and a cold, emotionless voice came through the loudspeaker, still clearly audible amidst the roar of the rotors.

"Listen up, everyone on the ships below! You are now surrounded by the Special Operations Aviation Team of the Detective Agency and the Coast Guard Enforcement Detachment. Immediately drop your weapons, put your hands behind your heads, crouch down, and await further instructions."

"I repeat, immediately drop your weapons, put your hands behind your head, and crouch down. Any attempt to resist, escape, or take hostages will be considered armed resistance, and we will not hesitate to shoot them dead."

You have ten seconds to make a choice.

"ten."

The chilling countdown has begun.

Each number was like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of the fake coast guards.

On the deck, a dozen fake coast guards looked at each other, their faces filled with despair and fear.

Their leader, a middle-aged fisherman who had cultivated internal strength for over thirty years, was now kneeling on the deck, his dantian destroyed and all his martial arts skills gone. He didn't even have the strength to stand up, let alone lead them to break through the encirclement.

And what about the other side?

Three armed helicopters, with rotating cannons under their noses capable of instantly turning people into mincemeat, and a dozen well-trained special agents with guns already pointed at their heads inside the cabins.

On the sea, a large coast guard vessel with a capacity of 1,000 tons is rapidly approaching, its bow water cannon ready to spray high-pressure water jets at any moment, directly blasting the cockpit of their converted fishing boat to pieces.

Behind the law enforcement vessel were three or four special operations speedboats from the police department, fully loaded with heavily armed combat personnel.

Encircled from three sides—land, sea, and air—it was airtight.