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The middle-aged fisherman knelt on the deck, watching helplessly as his men were slaughtered one by one. His eyes were bloodshot, almost bursting at the corners, and blood vessels filled his entire eyeballs.

"No...no...stop...stop it!!"

He roared hoarsely, his voice broken and fragmented due to the injury to his dantian. With each word he uttered, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He wanted to stand up, to rush over, to stop this one-sided massacre.

But he couldn't do it.

With his dantian destroyed and his internal strength completely lost, more than thirty years of hard training were ruined in an instant. At this moment, he was not even as good as an ordinary old man.

His legs felt as heavy as lead, his hands were braced on the deck, his fingernails were bent from the effort, and blood seeped from between his fingers, but he couldn't move an inch.

He could only watch helplessly as his men, who had followed him for three to five years or more than ten years, fell one by one in the hail of bullets, turning into cold corpses.

Among those people were his old brothers who had struggled alongside him from the bottom, his trusted confidants whom he had personally promoted, and a few younger people whom he had watched grow up.

But now, they are all dead.

He died in this inevitable massacre.

The middle-aged fisherman's chest heaved violently, and a metallic taste rose in his throat again. He spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pfft," swayed, and almost collapsed onto the deck.

His eyes were filled with anger, resentment, unwillingness, and a hint of deeply hidden regret.

But it's too late to say anything now.

In less than a minute, the gunfire on the deck gradually subsided.

More than a dozen fake coast guards were all killed; not one survived.

Corpses lay scattered across the deck, some still in the posture of firing their guns, some curled up in a ball, and some with half their bodies hanging outside the railing. Blood slowly flowed from the bullet holes in their bodies, pooling into a large, shocking bloodstain on the deck.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and gunpowder, mixed with the salty smell of the sea breeze, creating a nauseating odor.

The middle-aged fisherman knelt amidst the corpses and pools of blood, trembling all over, his face ashen.

All his men are dead.

His martial arts skills were completely ruined.

Everything he had was over.

"Buzz."

The roar of the propellers gradually subsided.

Of the three armed helicopters, one slowly descended and landed in a relatively open area behind the deck.

The helicopter's landing gear made a soft "clunk" as it touched the deck, the fuselage wobbled slightly, and then came to a steady stop.

The propeller's rotation speed gradually decreased until it finally stopped.

The hatch opened.

Four special agents dressed in black combat uniforms, wearing bulletproof helmets, and with camouflage paint on their faces were the first to jump down.

Their movements were clean and efficient; the moment they landed, they each took up a favorable firing position, pointing their guns at the four directions of the deck and vigilantly scanning their surroundings.

After confirming that it was safe, two more special agents jumped out of the helicopter.

The two men didn't carry guns, but instead carried a medical first-aid kit. After landing, they didn't hesitate at all and ran quickly towards Wei Yuan's direction.

They moved quickly but with light steps, clearly indicating they were professionally trained medics.

The two ran to Wei Yuan's side and immediately squatted down, one of them checking Wei Yuan's vital signs.

While checking Wei Yuan's pulse, breathing, and pupils, another person quickly opened the first-aid kit, took out a tourniquet, gauze, and disinfectant, and began to treat Wei Yuan's wounds.

"The injured person has a weak pulse and rapid breathing, showing signs of impending hemorrhagic shock."

The medic checking his vital signs lowered his voice and quickly reported the situation, "He has at least three gunshot wounds, as well as multiple contusions and internal injuries. He needs to be taken to the hospital immediately."

"Stop the bleeding first, establish an intravenous line, and administer saline solution."

The other medic, without looking up, quickly applied a tourniquet to Wei Yuan's still-bleeding gunshot wound on his left arm, then used gauze and bandages for a simple dressing.

The two worked together seamlessly, their movements professional and swift. In less than two minutes, they had finished treating Wei Yuan's major wounds and administered a certain amount of saline and glucose intravenously.

Although Wei Yuan's face was still pale, his breathing and pulse had finally stabilized a little.

"stretcher!"

A medic raised his hand and shouted.

Two special agents immediately ran over with a folding stretcher, carefully lifted Wei Yuan onto it, and then quickly walked towards the helicopter.

Throughout the entire process, Wei Yuan remained unconscious, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he could still feel the pain in his body even while unconscious.

After the special agents lifted Wei Yuan onto the helicopter, the medic responsible for checking his vital signs also boarded the plane and sat next to Wei Yuan to continue monitoring his vital signs, ready to provide emergency care at any time.

Meanwhile, special agents continued to descend from another helicopter, their mission not to rescue people, but to clear the battlefield.

After landing, the special agents worked in pairs and began to examine the fake coast guard bodies on the deck one by one.

For those who are obviously dead, they will quickly confirm their death and then mark the body.

As for those who are not quite dead yet, but are just seriously injured and lying on the ground or pretending to be dead.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

A series of muffled gunshots rang out.

The special agents, expressionless, raised their guns and aimed them at the heads of the fake coast guards who weren't quite dead yet, each firing a shot to the head.

Without any hesitation, without any pity.

This is the standard procedure for battlefield cleanup, and it is also to ensure absolute safety.

These desperate criminals are all ruthless. If one of them were to feign death and then shoot a sniper in the back, causing unnecessary casualties, that would be the real trouble.

The sound of follow-up shots echoed intermittently on the deck; each shot signified the complete end of a life.

The middle-aged fisherman knelt in the pool of blood, listening to the muffled gunshots, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He knew that he would be next.

Sure enough, after the two special agents finished dealing with the nearby bodies, they walked towards him.

Their guns were pointed at the middle-aged fisherman's head, their faces expressionless.

The middle-aged fisherman closed his eyes, waiting for the bullet to pierce his skull.

However, the expected gunshots did not ring out.

"The target is still alive and unable to resist. Should we bring him back?"

A special operations detective asked in a low voice into the communicator on his helmet.

A reply came quickly from the communicator.

"Bring them back. This is an important target; they need to be interrogated alive."

"receive."

The special agent holstered his gun, then pulled out a pair of specially made alloy handcuffs from his waist, stepped forward, and handcuffed the middle-aged fisherman's hands behind his back with a "click."

The middle-aged fisherman is now completely crippled, his dantian destroyed and all his internal energy lost. He can't escape either.

After handcuffing him, two special police detectives, one on each side, grabbed the middle-aged fisherman's arms and lifted him off the ground.

The middle-aged fisherman did not resist or speak; he simply hung his head, his face ashen, as two special agents carried him toward the direction where the coast guard ship was about to dock.

He knew that what awaited him was endless interrogation by the police department and ultimately, severe punishment under the law.

Thirty years of arduous cultivation, all for naught.

While the special agents were clearing the battlefield and taking control of the middle-aged fisherman, the large, thousand-ton coast guard vessel was slowly approaching the gunwale of the fake coast guard ship.

Clang!

The two ships collided with each other, producing a dull thud.

The crew of the coast guard vessel quickly threw out a cable to secure the two vessels together, and then lowered the boarding ladder.

As soon as the ladder was placed firmly, a tall, middle-aged man in a dark police uniform with a resolute face was the first to step onto the boarding ladder and strode towards the deck of the fake coast guard ship.

He walked quickly, even somewhat hastily, his face tense, his eyes revealing an undisguised anxiety and worry.

This person is none other than Wu Chao, the deputy director of the police detective bureau.

Behind Wu Chao followed a dozen or so detectives and coast guard officers in police uniforms. They all had serious expressions and were carrying various evidence collection equipment and law enforcement recorders. They boarded the deck of the fake coast guard ship with Wu Chao.

As soon as Wu Chao stepped onto the deck, he was stunned by the sight before him.

Corpses and blood littered the ground, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and gunpowder. The steel plates on the deck were riddled with holes from machine gun fire, and there were bullet holes and traces of explosions everywhere.

The scene was even more tragic than he had imagined.

But Wu Chao didn't have time to dwell on these things.

His gaze swept quickly across the deck, and he immediately spotted Wei Yuan, who was being protected by special agents next to the helicopter and was about to be put on board.

Seeing Wei Yuan lying unconscious on the stretcher, covered in blood, Wu Chao's heart clenched, and he quickly walked towards the helicopter.

"How is he?!"

Wu Chao walked to the helicopter and asked the medic who was monitoring Wei Yuan's vital signs urgently.

"Reporting to Director Wu, the injured person's vital signs are currently stable, but the blood loss is significant, and there are multiple gunshot wounds and internal injuries. The situation is not optimistic, and the patient needs to be sent to the hospital immediately for surgery and further treatment."

The medic stood up, saluted Wu Chao, and quickly reported to his superior.

Wu Chao's face darkened.

He walked to the stretcher and looked down at Wei Yuan, who was unconscious.

The young man's face was as pale as paper, his lips were cracked, his brows were tightly furrowed, his clothes were soaked with blood, and he was wrapped in bandages in many places. Even in his unconscious state, his body would twitch slightly from time to time, clearly enduring great pain.

Wu Chao felt a surge of emotion.

If it weren't for Wei Yuan, they would have been completely finished.

This young man, whom they initially mistook for a criminal and had a slight misunderstanding with, has now become their savior.

Without Wei Yuan's intervention and his forceful tracking of the middle-aged fisherman and his companions, these culprits who had committed a series of major crimes would probably have already vanished without a trace.

The fate of Wu Chao and his companions was even more tragic.

Putting all that aside, just looking at the extremely brutal battlefield around him, one could tell how arduous the battle Wei Yuan had just endured was.

How much willpower and fighting ability does this require?

Wu Chao took a deep breath, suppressing his emotions, then turned sharply around and gave a stern order to those around him:

"Follow my orders!"

"First, immediately arrange for a helicopter to transport Wei Yuan to the city's central hospital. Notify the hospital to open the green channel, prepare the best operating room and medical team, and spare no expense to save him!"

"Yes!"

A detective standing nearby immediately responded, then quickly walked to the side, took out a walkie-talkie, and began contacting the hospital.

"second,"

Wu Chao's gaze shifted to the middle-aged fisherman being supported by two special police detectives, his eyes turning cold and sharp.

"Send this ringleader to the Shanghai Police vessel, detain him in solitary confinement, and immediately conduct a surprise interrogation."

"I need to know as quickly as possible who ordered him to do it, what their organizational structure is, and whether there are any other accomplices or hideouts!"

"Yes!"

Two special agents who were supporting the middle-aged fisherman responded in unison, and then led him toward the boarding ladder.

As the middle-aged fisherman was being helped past Wu Chao, he slowly raised his head and glanced at Wu Chao.

His eyes held a complex mix of emotions: resentment, anger, sarcasm, and disdain.

Wu Chao gave him a cold look and said nothing.

He had no sympathy for such a bloodthirsty fugitive.

"Third," Wu Chao spoke again, his voice steady and powerful.

"The on-site evidence collection team immediately began work, conducting a thorough search of the ship and collecting all physical evidence."

"Firearms, ammunition, communication equipment, documents, drugs, contraband—not a single item can be missed. All bodies are photographed for documentation before being transported back to the station for autopsies and identification."

"These people are so brazen that they might not be from China. We could send a letter to the International Police Bureau requesting their assistance."

"Yes!"

Several detectives with evidence-gathering equipment immediately responded, then dispersed to begin searching and collecting evidence from the entire ship.

"Fourth, the Coast Guard Enforcement Detachment is responsible for sealing off this sea area, checking for any other suspicious vessels nearby, and arranging for tugboats to tow the hijacked Coast Guard vessel back to port for further inspection."

"receive!"

A coast guard officer saluted Wu Chao, then turned and walked to the ship's side, picked up the walkie-talkie and began issuing instructions.

Commands were issued by Wu Chao in a clear and organized manner, and the work on site proceeded quickly and systematically.

The detectives were busy collecting evidence, the coast guards were busy sealing off the sea area and tugboats, and the special agents were responsible for guarding and escorting. Everyone was busy at their respective posts.

Wu Chao stood in the middle of the deck, looking at the busy crowd around him, and then glanced at Wei Yuan, who had been lifted onto the helicopter and was about to take off to be taken to the hospital. His tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

Today's events have been largely resolved.

However, the aftermath is only just beginning.