Chapter 271: Interception in International Waters (3rd Update)

Chapter 1: Interception in International Waters

"I never drink coffee."

Zhou Lang pretended not to understand the romantic undertone, shutting down Ye Qingcheng's topic immediately.

"Didn't you just say we should finish the mission early so we can go on a date?" Ye Qingcheng said deliberately. The colder Zhou Lang was to her, the more passionate she felt inside; she wanted to get closer to him and understand him better.

"I meant you going on a date with someone else. Between you and me, we are just temporary partners, and as a partner, you are dispensable to me."

Zhou Lang said indifferently.

"You…"

Ye Qingcheng was infuriated by Zhou Lang and couldn't speak for a long time. She had no choice but to continue driving, taking Zhou Lang back to the Dragon Group.

…

A few minutes after Zhou Lang left, the Combat Team's number two, "Giant Ape," was found dead in his room.

His death was very strange. He was lying properly on the bed with a smile on his lips, but he had no breath, and there were no wounds on his body.

"Tyrant" led his men to search the Embassy thoroughly again, but found nothing unusual. Surveillance showed that no one had entered "Giant Ape's" room.

A sense of fear instantly swept through the members of the Combat Team. Everyone became highly anxious because they knew someone was specifically assassinating their members.

Last time, with the deaths of "Black Bear" and "Monster," "Tyrant" still felt it might not have been murder, but this time, he had a strong feeling that this was definitely murder.

He reviewed the surveillance footage, observing carefully, hoping to find some clues.

"Giant Ape" had entered the training room after eating dinner and resting for an hour. In the training room, "Giant Ape" had kicked the heavy sandbag for two hours, then went to the bathroom to take a shower before returning to his bedroom to rest.

The bedroom door was locked, and "Giant Ape" was a deep sleeper; less than ten minutes after getting into bed, he was snoring rhythmically.

But suddenly, in his sleep, "Giant Ape" sat up. Afterward, he first showed a look of terror, then the terror vanished, and a smile appeared on his face.

Immediately after, he lay down and never got up again.

Later, "Tyrant" had something to discuss with "Giant Ape." Seeing that "Giant Ape" didn't answer his phone, he came to "Giant Ape's" room with a few others, only to find that "Giant Ape" had stopped breathing.

…

"Boss, it seems we wronged Peter; the killer is someone else."

Someone analyzed. Now that "Giant Ape" was dead and Peter was still locked up, it meant the killer wasn't Peter.

"But how did the killer get in? The Embassy is so heavily guarded, no one came in at all, and no one came into 'Giant Ape's' room."

Someone voiced their inner doubts.

"Could this killer come and go without a trace?"

Others also began to feel fearful; after all, these two deaths were truly bizarre.

Hearing these discussions, "Tyrant's" heart skipped a beat. They had just attacked Zhou Lang, and now people were dying one after another. This was definitely not normal; this was definitely the Dragon Group taking revenge, but they couldn't find a single trace. This kind of fear was very torturous because no one knew who the next to die would be.

"Brothers, from now on, you must be on high alert. I suspect it's the Dragon Group retaliating because we tried to kill Zhou Lang. We should try not to go out, and even within the Embassy, we must travel in pairs and carry weapons so we can react in time if an emergency occurs."

But "Tyrant" did not show the fear on his face; instead, he immediately made arrangements.

That night finally passed, and nothing else happened.

But the following night, the killing god Zhou Lang set out again, moving as if no one were around, and killed another person.

The cause of death for the deceased was still bizarre, with no signs of murder. Although the Embassy notified the Chinese police, they still couldn't find any clues.

At this, the Combat Team exploded. In what was originally the safest place, everyone felt insecure. The fear of death hung over them, and they were terrified that the Grim Reaper would visit next time.

"Tyrant" felt he could no longer stabilize the troops and couldn't think of any countermeasures, so he had to call his backer, Count William, to report the situation.

Upon learning that four of the twenty experts he had carefully cultivated had died within three days, Count William immediately decided to have "Tyrant" take the remaining people and find a way to flee China immediately. He didn't want this team, which had cost him a fortune to cultivate, to just vanish like that.

"Tyrant" naturally agreed with Count William's instructions. He knew that if they stayed in the Embassy, the shadow of death would constantly hang over them.

These past few days, they hadn't eaten or slept well, their nerves were highly strained, and no one wanted to endure this suffering anymore.

…

That night, dark clouds loomed, and heavy rain poured down—the perfect time to escape.

Amidst the heavy rain, "Tyrant" and the other sixteen people evacuated the Embassy in batches, then took cars in groups, left the city, and fled toward the seaside.

A few hours later, the sixteen people gathered at the seaside and boarded an ocean-going freighter.

This freighter looked unremarkable, but in reality, it had been dispatched by Count William. Being far away in England, yet able to mobilize a freighter in Chinese waters, the scale of his influence was evident.

The escape of "Tyrant" and his men could be described as that of stray dogs. Because Count William had said that since they killed Zhou Lang, they might have provoked an Eastern Cultivator. Cultivators were not people they could contend with; encountering one meant certain death, so they were thoroughly terrified.

After boarding the freighter, their hearts finally settled, feeling as though they had escaped with their lives.

At this time, the rain was getting heavier, and the wind had picked up on the sea.

"The East really does have Cultivators. We should never come to China again."

A member of the Combat Team gazed at the pitch-black night sky and said with lingering fear.

Since its formation, the Combat Team had been smooth sailing, sweeping through the special forces of several countries during exchanges and gaining huge fame, but in China, they had suffered a disastrous defeat.

"Brothers, don't be too pessimistic. Eastern Cultivators are extremely rare and seldom appear in the secular world. Although this Cultivator avenging Zhou Lang is powerful, he might not be a match for Count William. Count William said he would come to deal with Zhou Lang personally. This time, when we return, he won't blame us; instead, he will reward us heavily. After all, we only failed once, and we've still made quite a name for ourselves in the international mercenary world."

"Tyrant" comforted his men; in reality, he himself felt like he had just survived a disaster.

Hearing "Tyrant" say this, the morale of the Combat Team began to stabilize again.

Immediately, the freighter set sail, heading toward England.

Not long after the freighter left, a jeep arrived at the seaside. Two people got out and boarded a speedboat.

These two were none other than Zhou Lang and Ye Qingcheng.

The escape of "Tyrant" and his men was completely under the control of the Dragon Group.

Qin Pojun led the reconnaissance elite of the Dragon Group to monitor the Embassy tightly. As soon as "Tyrant" and his men left the Embassy, the Dragon Group arranged for eyes to follow them and immediately fed the situation back to Zhou Lang.

Thus, Zhou Lang took Ye Qingcheng and followed "Tyrant" and his men all the way.

In fact, with Zhou Lang's strength, he could have dealt with "Tyrant" and his men anytime, anywhere, but not letting these people die in China would save a lot of trouble.

Therefore, Zhou Lang decided to deliberately let "Tyrant" and his men go, allowing them to leave Chinese territory and enter international waters. When the time came, he would kill them. As long as no one found out, this matter would have absolutely no connection to China.

The Dragon Group had long prepared a submarine at the seaside. As soon as they got out of the car, Zhou Lang and Ye Qingcheng boarded the submarine to track the freighter that "Tyrant" and his men were on.

Ye Qingcheng's skills were quite comprehensive; her combat, marksmanship, and driving were all excellent, and she could even pilot a submarine. She was truly worthy of being the Dragon Group's female soldier king.

The night was deep.

The modified freighter's speed far exceeded that of ordinary freighters, sailing rapidly across the sea.

"Tyrant" and his men had already started resting on the freighter. They completely failed to notice that in the water a few hundred meters behind the freighter, a submarine was following them at a leisurely pace.

The heavy rain kept falling.

But this didn't affect the mood of "Tyrant" and his men. As they got further and further away from the coast, they felt they were completely safe. Since there were firearms on the freighter, they weren't afraid of encountering any pirate attacks.

…

A few hours later, the east revealed a fish-belly white, and the freighter finally entered international waters.

There were no other ships on the sea; only this freighter was sailing.

"Brothers, have you slept enough? In a few hours, we can dock at the seaport. There will be plenty of fine wine and beautiful women there, and once we arrive, we can enjoy ourselves. Now, let's come up to the deck and stretch; we are completely safe now."

"Tyrant," who had slept soundly in the cabin, shouted a few times, waking up his men, and then walked onto the deck to stretch his body.

As a top-tier soldier king, his life was very disciplined; every day at 6:00 AM, he would wake up on time.

The others on the freighter also climbed up immediately and came to the deck to get some air.

"Boss, the Eastern Cultivators seem really terrifying. Can Count William handle Zhou Lang? The ancient East indeed has some miraculous figures. This is completely not something we, who were created with the help of drugs, can contend with. In front of them, we are truly too weak."

Someone sighed: "Just thinking about those few days in the Embassy, I feel it was a life like Hell."

"Do you know why Count William has such massive influence in England and even globally? He is no ordinary person; he is the legendary Vampire, an existence capable of contending with Eastern Cultivators."

"Tyrant" said.

"Vampire? Does the Vampire really still exist in our West?"

This revelation from "Tyrant" immediately attracted the attention of his men.

"Of course, but just like Eastern Cultivators, they are extremely rare in number."

Tyrant said: "Actually, Cultivators are not invincible. Zhou Lang should also be a Cultivator, didn't we kill him?"

"Can you kill me?"

But as soon as "Tyrant's" words fell, a cold voice suddenly came from beneath the sea surface.

Hearing this voice, "Tyrant" and his men all changed expressions, because none of them could forget this voice.

"It's Zhou Lang's voice!"

Someone exclaimed, and their heart began to beat violently.