Chapter 215: Invincible Qin Ye (Support Please)

One of them cursed and pulled out a cigarette, preparing to offer it to him.

But at that moment, Qin Yun suddenly turned, his left hand flashing out to catch the chin of one man.

"Crack—!"

In an instant, the man's eyes rolled back and he collapsed straight down, without any reaction.

The other two realized too late, eyes widening in terror; before they could shout, Qin Yun had already surged forward, his left finger striking the Danzhong point on their chest, force piercing through bone—they groaned and froze instantly.

Simultaneously, his right foot lashed out midair, striking the temple of the other man with perfect precision.

The man collapsed to the floor without a sound, sleeping peacefully.

In less than two breaths, the three armed men were knocked unconscious, offering not even a single flicker of resistance—no more capable than three chicks.

Facing this situation, Qin Yun couldn't hold back; he had to go all out. Besides, his strength was severely depleted—if he held back now and lost control, they might call for help, and then surrounded, he'd have to jump overboard.

"Damn, I'm now certain Qin Ye's combat skills are meant for killing."

"Shit, real kung fu."

"OMG, Chinese kung fu, awesome."

"Unbelievable, utterly unbelievable."

Domestic and overseas netizens watching Qin Yun dispatch the three men in seconds had their jaws dropping.

Although Qin Yun didn't kill anyone, his strikes were heavy enough that none of them would wake for a while. Still, to be safe, after taking their guns, he dragged all three below deck into a cabin, piled them like a human pyramid, and locked the door from outside.

The ship's interior was simple: only living quarters and functional areas. The doors to the living quarters hung open, and Qin Yun could occasionally hear voices coming from inside—several rooms had them.

Photos and personal information were posted on every crew cabin door, even listing their ranks.

Qin Yun silently crept to the door of one crew cabin; the voices inside caught his attention.

"Before we get rid of that Chinese woman, I wonder if Ahmed will let us have some fun."

"Hahaha, if you want, go to the storage room now—Ahmed's in the bridge, and with your speed, no one'll know if you screw her."

"Fuck off, I can hold out for half an hour. But I won't dare defy Ahmed—he'll shoot me dead."

"Why the hell are they ordering us to capture these two Chinese? Don't they fear international backlash?"

"Fear what? If they find out, we just apologize—Chinese people are easy to deal with."

"Shit, it's packed in here. Why the hell did Ahmed let those pirates board? Now we're all crammed together."

"…"

Hearing this, Qin Yun looked up at the sign at the front, written in Arabic: STORAGE ROOM!

All the crew cabin doors were slightly ajar; there weren't many of them, and according to their talk, the seven pirates were also staying in the crew cabins.

His gaze shifted to the two rooms on the right—both doors were tightly shut, far more alert than the lax crew quarters.

He didn't move rashly; his steps silent as a ghost cat, he swiftly reached the storage room door.

He gripped the lock, twisted hard, then pulled outward—the door opened soundlessly. Inside, not a sliver of light. But as he opened it, the corridor's lighting spilled in.

Chen Jingsheng and Lin Xia heard the noise and thought Ahmed had returned; they lifted their heads, and Lin Xia trembled slightly.

But they realized it wasn't Ahmed—it was just an ordinary armed man.

Yet this armed man seemed… odd. He glanced back, then reached over and turned on the light beside him, before turning and pulling the door shut.

When they saw the face beneath his hood, both were stunned.

Mongoloid? No—Chinese? Could he be a traitor?

If Qin Yun knew their thoughts, he'd be speechless.

"Don't speak. First, I'm Chinese. Second, you may not know me, but don't worry—I'm here to rescue you."

"I'm a streamer. My name is Qin Yun. I was livestreaming nearby when pirates spotted my shelter, recognized I was Chinese, and kidnapped me. I followed their speedboat here. Now I'm untying you—wait, I'll get you out."

"…"

Chen Jingsheng and Lin Xia stared at him blankly, unable to express their feelings—even finding it absurd.

Where was this? This was the central-south Indian Ocean, a thousand kilometers from any island—how could he claim to be livestreaming here and then show up to rescue them? Were they idiots?

Qin Yun didn't care. He swiftly pulled out his survival knife, sliced through their ropes, and peeled off the tape.

"Come on, follow me."

Qin Yun spoke and turned to leave—but as he reached for the door, he noticed the two behind him hadn't moved.

Even worse—

"You traitor! How dare you, a Han Chinese, collude with foreigners to steal state secrets? Pah!"

Chen Jingsheng sneered.

Lin Xia, who had held a sliver of hope, sighed faintly—finding a Chinese man come to rescue them here was more absurd than her suddenly gaining superpowers.

"Ah…"

Qin Yun was stunned.

He'd planned everything—but never imagined his identity would be questioned.

"Hahaha, Qin Ye's turned into a traitor!"

"I'd believe him—better than dying hopelessly."

"State secrets? Holy shit, is this gonna get his stream banned?"

In truth, Qin Yun's stream had nearly been shut down—but due to the scale of the incident, higher-ups intervened with direct orders, and his stream remained untouched.

Still, he'd drawn attention from certain people.

Qin Yun didn't know this. Hearing Chen Jingsheng's words, he felt this was the heaviest burden he'd ever carried.

He thought for a moment, then pulled open his shirt, revealing the drone inside, took it out, turned on its screen, and held it toward Chen Jingsheng.

"Uh… I really am a streamer. Look—this is my livestream."

Chen Jingsheng and Lin Xia saw the screen clearly: it showed their own faces, with comments scrolling nonstop.

But…

"Stop acting. We won't reveal coordinates. Get out now."

Chen Jingsheng's righteous demeanor left Qin Yun speechless. But considering the stakes—state secrets—it was understandable they wouldn't believe him. Still—who'd pretend to be a streamer just to trick people?

At that moment, a voice came from outside the door.

"Where are Talar, Duiko, Kasim, and Baha? Where'd they go?"

Qin Yun's expression changed. He quickly signaled Chen Jingsheng and Lin Xia to be silent, pressed against the door, and listened carefully.

"Those bastards are probably smoking on deck. I'll go find them."

The man's footsteps clattered away, then faded up the stairs.

"Shit, we're screwed—if he sees the guy Qin Yun knocked out on deck, we're exposed!"

"Go, go now!"

Qin Yun's face darkened. He placed two rifles before Chen Jingsheng and Lin Xia.

"Gentlemen, if the unconscious man on deck is found, the ship will go on full alert. I can't wait any longer. Take the guns—I must strike first."

Without hesitation, he yanked open the storage room door and charged out.

Chen Jingsheng and Lin Xia stared at each other.

"Engineer Chen… could he really be telling the truth?"

Lin Xia asked cautiously.

Chen Jingsheng picked up the rifle on the floor, checked it—it was real, with bullets inside. He was confused.

"Wait and see!"

Qin Yun passed the nearest crew cabin, slipped inside in a flash—the scene inside was fully visible on camera.

Two bunk beds, upper and lower. Three men lay asleep, unaware a new figure had entered.

Qin Yun knew time was short. He struck without mercy—his survival knife flashed like lightning, smashing into the back of one man's neck. Then, gripping the bunk's edge, he hurled the knife straight out.

"Thud—!" The man on the opposite bunk hadn't reacted yet—he was struck in the temple, head lolling as he passed out.

Simultaneously, the crewman on the upper left bunk finally reacted—but Qin Yun, still holding the bunk's edge, flipped over and appeared before him, then kicked hard, sending him crashing into the wall.

The force knocked him out cold.

After dealing with the three, Qin Yun exhaled, grabbed their weapons, stripped all the magazines, stuffed them into his coat, and slipped out of the room.

Next was the adjacent cabin—same method. To these men, Qin Yun was like a ghost; they couldn't resist. To avoid alerting others, every strike was flawless.

But as he finished the last crewman and opened the cabin door to step out, he saw the door of the pirates' cabin across the way suddenly move.

Out stepped a pirate in camouflage green uniform—face to face with Qin Yun.

"Jiliga la jiliga la!"

The pirate said something, nodded, then walked toward the functional area—the bathroom.

Watching this, everyone in the livestream froze.

Qin Yun was startled too—but clearly, the pirate mistook him for a crewman, since he was wearing crew uniform.

"Shit, you scared the hell out of me."

Qin Yun watched the pirate vanish into the functional area, then slipped into his cabin, swiftly knocking out the three pirates inside. He planned to do the same to the other three pirates in the next cabin.

But…

"Beeeeep—!"

A shrill alarm blared—then the ship's full alert siren erupted.

Red warning lights flashed along both sides of the corridor, emitting tense, pulsing sounds.

"Shit, we're exposed."

Qin Yun's face instantly changed color.

At that moment, the crew cabin door before him suddenly swung open, and a familiar Black man appeared right in front of him — it was the pirate leader, the man called Abadi.

"Bang!"

Qin Yun punched him square in the chest; the man flew backward as if hit by a car, crashing heavily onto the cabin floor.

He strode in with a grim expression, faced the three pirates aiming their guns, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang… bang… bang…"

Three gunshots rang out; three arms flew into the air as all three men screamed in unison.

"Jili-guala jili-guala—"

The searing pain twisted Abadi's face, but as he watched Qin Yun approach, he simply could not understand — was this man here to eliminate him?

He still believed Qin Yun was an armed crew member of this ship.

"Huh…" Qin Yun sighed, helplessly saying, "Looks like I'll have to fight my way out. It might get bloody — I hope the staff will show some mercy."

But he knew it was hopeless; unless he completely shut off the cameras, being banned was inevitable.

He didn't know, however, that his livestream would be untouched.

"Holy shit, so badass — how the hell is Qin Ye so familiar with firearms?"

"Damn, I thought Qin Ye had killed them — turns out he held back."

"These bastards who kidnapped our countrymen should all be shot dead."

"Qin Ye, kill them. Kill them all."

The comment section's hostility was fiercer than Qin Yun's own — lucky he couldn't see it, or he might truly have been swayed.

Leaving the crew cabin, Qin Yun sprinted to the storage room and yanked the door open.

"Stay down there and don't come out — they've spotted you. Wait until I've dealt with everyone, then I'll come back for you."

After speaking, he closed the door again but did not lock it, to avoid any accidents.

【121】 He shut the door again, but didn't lock it — in case something went wrong.