Chapter 213: Pirates? (Please Support and Urge Updates)

Normally, modern pirates rarely venture deep into the central-south Indian Ocean; for them, no profit is the greatest reality. So, pirates should be impossible to see here.

Before coming, I reviewed the data—offshore areas in the Indian Ocean have almost no pirate activity.

Qin Yun crouched low, his tone serious, but he added one more sentence.

Of course, I'm only guessing—it might not even be pirates; maybe it's just a speedboat from an ocean freighter. But regardless, I'll stay cautious.

Hearing him say this, many still held an optimistic attitude.

How many pirates could there be? You've watched too many movies.

Qin Ye is being overly cautious.

Opportunities vanish in an instant—don't waste it, Qin Ye.

Compared to the optimism at home, foreign netizens' comments were clearly different.

Qin is wise—once you encounter pirates here, one misstep and you're dead.

This is a place beyond the law, where even murder goes unpunished.

Caution never hurts.

Qin Yun stopped reading the comments and turned toward the sound of the engine. As the boat drew closer, the microphone gradually picked up the noise, and the livestream audience began to hear it too.

Soon, under the starlight, a blurry shadow appeared in his line of sight. Though distant, the night was cloudless and clear—whether something was there or not could be clearly discerned.

At a distance of one or two hundred meters, the visual obstruction wasn't great.

The engine's sound grew louder—it was a speedboat, crossing from his right toward his left. As it neared, Qin Yun moved swiftly, shifting from above to behind the buoy block, hiding himself completely behind it to avoid detection.

But fate intervened—just as the speedboat passed, a voice suddenly shouted in rapid, unintelligible speech: "Washakila."

Qin Yun had no knowledge of this language and couldn't understand it; the accent clearly marked it as a minor language.

What the hell did they say?

Who understands that?

Damn, I can't see anything—Qin Ye, aim better.

"I know, Qin—their words mean 'There's something here'—that's Somali's official language."

Seeing this foreign netizen's comment, Qin Yun was startled. Hearing "Somalia" instantly brought to mind Somali pirates—movies really had sunk deep into the public consciousness.

What made him even more frustrated was that the distant speedboat had stopped.

"Wamasai?"

"Maan Alqikaro, Hubanauoegno?"

At this moment, knowing a foreign language felt incredibly important. Qin Yun had no choice but to turn to the comment section—and he quickly got his answer.

He whispered: "TIKTOK fans say one is asking 'What is it?' and the other says 'Can't see clearly—should we go take a look?'"

Qin Yun grinned: "I hope they don't come over—if they do, I'll have to hide, just in case."

"Qin Ye doesn't need to be so cautious—pretend you're a castaway and test them out."

"Yeah, across this vast ocean, even pirates wouldn't be that insane—just shoot them outright."

Looking at these comments, Qin Yun silently shook his head but said nothing. He grabbed a parachute rope and a piece of parachute cloth, then quietly sank into the water, leaving only his head above the surface, and slowly drifted sideways toward them.

Then he saw the speedboat change direction and head straight toward him, "Dā dā dā."

As the speedboat drew nearer, he clearly saw its shape—and seven or eight figures emerged into his view. Seeing their appearance and clothing, Qin Yun cursed inwardly.

The livestream audience, through the motion camera on his head, also caught the sight: each one as black as charcoal, wearing mismatched camouflage jackets—there was no need to question whether they were pirates.

Each man carried a gun—if this wasn't piracy, what was?

"Holy shit, they really are pirates—Qin Ye, get out of here fast."

"Wind's picking up—let's split!"

"Holy shit, this is terrifying—these are probably armed militants among pirates, they don't value life at all."

"Jesus, what should Qin do? If he hides and the pirates take the buoy block, what then?"

Qin Yun watched the speedboat rapidly approaching and quickly said: "They're definitely pirates. I don't know why they're here, but I absolutely cannot let them spot me—they're armed. If conflict breaks out, I won't survive."

After speaking, he unhesitatingly grabbed a parachute rope and a piece of parachute cloth, then dove completely underwater.

The speedboat moved fast—less than a minute later, it neared the buoy block. As it drew closer, the men aboard clearly saw its shape.

One black man holding a submachine gun glanced at it oddly, then swept his gaze across the sea, lifting his head: "Sokadoiege (Bring it up and take a look)."

Two pirates grabbed opposite corners of the buoy block and pulled hard, hauling it straight out of the water and tossing it onto the deck.

If Qin Yun had been there, he would have seen that as the buoy block landed, two bound figures, their mouths stuffed with cloth, were curled up inside the boat.

The men checked it quickly and found the buoy block contained nothing but a parachute rope, a piece of parachute cloth, and a bucket.

"Abadi, Majirowash, Manaojahaii Xinaikaimanayi (Nothing here—don't know where it floated from)."

At this moment, Qin Yun slowly shifted to the front of the speedboat, rising gently above the surface. Listening to their voices, he checked the comment section, got the translation, and silently prayed the pirates would just toss the buoy block back and leave it alone.

The next moment, as if heaven had heard his prayer, the lead pirate muttered something, and his buoy block was hurled back into the water—untouched, exactly as before.

Seeing this, he was overjoyed.

But the next instant, the pirates' words made his eyes bulge.

"Puh… Hu… Hu… You… Washadlabansidadamied (What the hell do you want?)?"

"Haha, dollars—fifty thousand per person, and we'll let them go." This time, they spoke in English—though heavily accented, Qin Yun understood it clearly.

But the issue wasn't that—the key was the terrified female voice earlier. If he hadn't misheard, it had been Mandarin.

Not just him—countless viewers on China's Douyin had heard it too.

"Holy shit, did I hear that right? There are Chinese people on that speedboat?"

"Damn, what's going on? Has a kidnapping happened?"

"Intense—so intense."

"What the hell—across this vast ocean, Qin Ye actually stumbled upon a pirate kidnapping."

"Shivering, what should we do, Master Qin?"

What to do?

Qin Yun squinted, hiding beneath the speedboat, making no move. He still didn't know what was going on—he'd listen first.

At this moment, the conversation above had switched to English.

When the woman heard the pirates demanding ransom, she immediately said: "Impossible. Too much."

"Young Lady," the pirate leader's expression darkened, his gun aimed at her, "Mr. Chen is the head of your China Ocean Fishing Group's East Africa division, and you, as his assistant secretary, are asking for merely one million U. S. dollars."

The woman's breath caught in Qin Yun's ears, then she said: "Since you know we're from the China Ocean Fishing Group, you should know we've never paid ransom to pirates. Pirate, release us, and we won't pursue this. Otherwise, if this triggers a diplomatic crisis, it won't just be between you and us anymore."

"Holy shit, so tough? You're kidnapped right now—just soften up!"

"Yeah, just play along. Why shut the door completely? What if these pirates get angry and kill us?"

"China Ocean Fishing Group? Fuck, that's a big shot—state-owned enterprise with the 'China' prefix. Are these pirates insane?"

Qin Yun glanced at the comment section, motionless.

"Hahaha, Young Lady, since we dared to act, we aren't afraid of you. We might as well kill you—this vast ocean, how could you possibly find us?"

"Wu wu wu..."

The pirate leader, Abadi, saw Chen Jingsheng beside Lin Xia trying to speak, and signaled his men to tear off the tape over his mouth.

With a sharp "ssss," Chen Jingsheng gasped several times, then said: "Abadi, are you sure you really want money?"

"Of course. If you can produce one million U. S. dollars, I'll release you immediately."

Abadi spoke with utter directness.

Chen Jingsheng said directly: "Then you can take us back right now. Once we reach a safe zone, I'll call and have the money transferred immediately."

"Mr. Chen," Lin Xia urgently stopped him, "we—"

Chen Jingsheng shook his head, telling her to stay silent, and calmly stared at the Black man seated at the bow. The man wore a patterned headscarf, his eyes calm, showing not a trace of greed.

Abadi looked at him, saying nothing.

After a long while, he suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahaha, no wonder you're Mr. Chen—you must have guessed something."

Chen Jingsheng shook his head: "Abadi, who's standing behind you? Aren't you afraid they'll betray you in the end? You must know—you've kidnapped citizens of the People's Republic of China."

Abadi nodded slowly: "Mr. Chen, may you save yourself."

With that, he waved his hand, and his men immediately re-taped Chen Jingsheng's and Lin Xia's mouths shut.

"Sodajo."

With the engine roaring, the speedboat surged forward.

But the livestream viewers suddenly noticed Qin Yun had not detached from beneath the speedboat—he was gripping its edge's protrusions, riding with it as it cut through the waves.

"Holy shit, what's Master Qin doing?"

"Are you crazy? These are armed militants!"

"I've called the police."

"Master Qin's balls are huge, but damn, this is insane—will the livestream even keep going?"

"Also, won't the pirates be watching Master Qin's livestream? If they see him, he's done for."

"OMG, Qin is utterly insane."

"Jesus, Wolf Warrior?"

If the people aboard this speedboat had been foreigners, Qin Yun would have released his grip instantly. But the kidnapped were unmistakably Chinese. From their conversation, they were senior officials of the China Ocean Fishing Group—and this pirate leader, Abadi, wasn't after ransom. That made it deeply suspicious.

He said nothing. Though the sound of the waves was loud, he couldn't risk these pirates having sharp ears.

They traveled for a full hour, far beyond his original waters.

When he spotted a massive cargo ship far out at sea, its appearance suggested a civilian supply vessel, roughly ten thousand tons.

As the speedboat neared, Qin Yun swiftly let go, sinking into the sea, swimming toward the ship.

Minutes later, he surfaced from one side, watching from afar as the speedboat completed its handover with the larger vessel, then both the people and the speedboat were hoisted aboard.

It was a light gray vessel, its hull side painted with faded English markings, barely legible—but the word "Egypt" was clearly visible.

Clearly an Egyptian vessel, yet it flew only a civilian Egyptian flag.