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"First?"
The other person's face also showed a look of surprise, seemingly not understanding why they would meet here. She certainly recognized Lin Yuan.
"Do you remember me?"
"I have some impression. Why are you up so early?"
However, Lin Yuan looked past her.
"It seems there was a murder on the ship. I saw a shadow coming this way when I arrived. Did you notice anything?"
The woman shook her head gently.
"This is the wine cellar; generally, no one comes here, and entry requires a password. You must have seen wrong."
"Seen wrong?"
"Yes, after all, the big lights in the corridor haven't been turned on yet. Perhaps it was just a crew member doing some cleaning."
"No, I didn't see wrong," Lin Yuan said firmly.
Seeing his determination, the woman appeared somewhat helpless. After thinking for a moment, she pointed to the wine cellar behind her and said, "How about this? I'll take you inside to see if anyone has gone in."
At that moment, Lin Yuan faced two choices: he could have the woman stay here while he went to call someone, or he could follow her inside.
"Alright," Lin Yuan decisively chose the latter. His reasoning was simple; if he missed this opportunity, it would be difficult to find clues later.
The woman with the crimson lips smiled and turned her back to Lin Yuan as she entered the password.
With a beep, the door to the wine cellar opened.
"Let's go in."
Unlike the bright lights of the storage room, the lighting here was dim and yellowish, enough to make out the text on the wine bottles but not bright enough for clarity. The woman stood at the entrance while Lin Yuan stepped inside.
As soon as he entered, the door to the wine cellar closed behind him, and a delicate silver pistol slid down from the woman's thigh.
In the dim environment, a cold female voice echoed.
"Stop."
Lin Yuan did not turn around; his gaze continued to scan the surroundings. Sure enough, behind one of the wine racks, he spotted a figure in a coat, but that person showed no intention of coming out.
"Not wanting me to enter this place? Is there some secret hidden here?" Lin Yuan's self-directed question annoyed the woman.
"You should be more concerned about your imminent death. The police are quite fast; if you reveal your undercover agent, I can make your death more painless."
The plan had gone awry; with police arriving, it was clear that there was an undercover agent among them.
I can't answer that question you asked me. It seems you're determined to seek your own demise.
Although the wine cellar was sealed by a large door that could muffle some sounds, if they really fired a gun, the noise would still be significant. Lin Yuan turned his head and saw the silver handgun in her hand. So it wasn't silenced.
Do you think you can escape if you act now? As he spoke, Lin Yuan stepped closer to her.
The woman frowned, confused as to why he was still approaching her, was he seeking his own death? If you don't want to answer, then just die!
She decisively pulled the trigger. Lin Yuan didn't expect her to actually go through with it, but his body's instinctive reaction allowed him to dodge quickly. Additionally, he likely didn't have a favorable impression of the woman.
The man behind the wine cabinet flicked his lighter and glanced at a suitcase at his feet. Inside were bottles of red wine. He looked over briefly and then stepped out.
At this moment, Lin Yuan had already used the initial distance to reach the woman’s side. Damn it! The woman cursed under her breath and aimed to fire a second shot at Lin Yuan. But it was too late.
A sharp pain shot through her wrist as Lin Yuan seized her hand, causing the gun to fall from her grip into his. In just a few seconds, the situation had completely reversed.
Lin Yuan had her neck in a chokehold, pressing the silver handgun against her temple while calmly watching the man approaching them.
Now it's time to talk about where the goods are, right? The man, still holding a cigarette between his lips, pulled out another handgun from his waist and regarded the two with indifference.
In that instant, Lin Yuan realized he couldn't use this woman as a hostage. As the second gunshot rang out, the woman's pupils dilated before she collapsed straight down. A hole appeared in her chest, while Lin Yuan had already distanced himself several steps away.
You're so ruthless even against your own? Just a useless piece of trash.
The boat was about to dock; as long as he killed this police officer in front of him, he could easily assume any identity and hide away. The man knew exactly who his target was now.
Before he could fire again, Lin Yuan drew his own gun from his waist and shot at him. The consecutive gunshots quickly drew attention from outside; it was clearly not the sound of something collapsing.
The crew rushed to inform the captain, while Zheng Rufeng had already finished watching the footage. What? You mean there were gunshots?!
Zheng Rufeng's tone turned grave as he looked toward the captain.
Such things should not enter their country's borders; the other party should be well aware of this. The captain felt utterly helpless.
"We really searched every person who boarded the ship and found no suspicious objects," he said. "It's not like he lacks a clear understanding of his own country's laws."
Zheng Rufeng quickly left the monitoring room. "You all come with me; we need to protect Lin Yuan first. Perhaps we can seize this opportunity to catch someone."
As they rushed toward the wine storage room, the man opposite Lin Yuan was also hit by a bullet.
"You actually brought a gun?" Lin Yuan smiled.
"Surprised?"
His aim was certainly better than that of his opponent. In the next moment, the row of wine cabinets filled with red wine behind Lin Yuan suddenly collapsed with a loud crash. The man, who had just evaded Lin Yuan's attack, now looked serious.
There was indeed a passage in the wine storage room, but he needed to deal with Lin Yuan first.
"Is this police station filled with such skilled fighters?"
The few people standing outside were filled with trepidation; they hesitated to leave, sensing that the police were closing in.
Before long, the gunfire inside abruptly ceased.
Yes, Lin Yuan had engaged in a struggle with his opponent. The man beneath his trench coat wore only a black vest, revealing his muscular upper body as he threw a straight punch at Lin Yuan.
To him, the officers from the police station were nothing more than amateurs. Unfortunately for him, he was mistaken; Lin Yuan was no amateur.
As the man's fist missed its target, he realized something was wrong. Before he could react, Lin Yuan's fist connected squarely with his left cheek.
The metallic scent of blood spread instantly as two of his upper molars began to loosen—an indication of Lin Yuan's immense strength.
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