Chapter 216: DON

Hearing the shrill alarm, the people in the cockpit turned pale; behind Sha Fei, several men swiftly drew weapons, their expressions wary.

Sha Fei Nadim looked at Ahmed, her eyes asking what was going on; Ahmed, who had no idea, reassured her: "General Sha Fei, I'll go check."

She nodded, but inside she didn't take it seriously—this was an oceanic stretch where not even a feather flew; likely a crewman accidentally triggered it, or those pirates again.

Ahmed stepped out of the cockpit, hadn't taken two steps when he saw someone sprinting toward him.

"Ghazali, what are you running for? What's wrong?" he frowned and snapped.

Ghazali, seeing Ahmed, shouted loudly: "Captain, intruders! Intruders! Bahar's been knocked out, weapons and clothes are gone—someone's slipped aboard!"

At this, Ahmed's face changed instantly: "How is that possible?"

Where are we? How could anyone be here?

But Ghazali wouldn't lie, so even if it was impossible, it had to be possible.

"Sound the alarm, gather the crew, find them now!"

"Yes."

Ghazali sprinted toward the lower hatch; Ahmed immediately returned to the cockpit.

"General, someone's slipped in."

Sha Fei Nadim also froze for a moment; seeing Ahmed wasn't joking, she couldn't help asking again.

"Ahmed, I don't like jokes—are you sure?"

Ahmed gave a bitter laugh—he didn't believe it either, but Ghazali wouldn't lie. He nodded firmly: "General, it's true. I've already sent men to gather the crew and find them."

Sha Fei Nadim opened her mouth, speechless.

Yet, after the alarm sounded, they waited five full minutes—and not a single crewman emerged from below deck.

Only then did they realize something was wrong.

"FUCK!"

Sha Fei Nadim's face darkened; she waved her hand, and six armed personnel behind her swiftly took positions around the cockpit, guns raised, eyes sharp with vigilance.

Ahmed, expressionless, picked up a rifle and moved to the side of the cockpit door.

No sooner had he taken his stance than a foreign voice came from outside.

"Inside, listen: I'm from the Chinese Navy, Aden Bay. You're surrounded. Surrender immediately, drop your weapons and kneel on the ground—or be shot on sight."

Chinese Navy?!

Hearing that Arabic term, Sha Fei Nadim's legs went weak; fear flashed across her face.

"H-how is that possible? China… China's Navy found us?"

Ahmed was equally stunned. The radar in the cockpit showed nothing—how could it be the Chinese Navy? No wonder his crew and pirates made no sound—if it really was the Chinese Navy, it made sense.

But this was just too absurd.

"You have one minute to decide. If you don't come out in one minute, the consequences are on you."

Viewers in the livestream stared, dumbfounded.

"Holy shit, Brother Qin is insane—pretending to be a whole navy by himself."

"What the hell is this move? 'You're surrounded by me.'"

"Hahaha, the guys in the cockpit are totally clueless—no reaction at all."

"Who wouldn't be stunned? This is nowhere—no island within a thousand kilometers."

"OMG, this Chinese guy is too cunning."

"Lol… dead laughing."

All livestream viewers saw Qin Yun now hiding near a side edge not far from the cockpit, holding a rifle, slung with a submachine gun, pistols tucked at his waist, grenades in his pockets.

He looked like a walking arsenal.

Unless absolutely necessary, Qin Yun wouldn't fire—no matter how absurd his other abilities seemed, he could always pass them off as innate talent. But firearms—he couldn't show too much of them on livestream. Earlier, he'd broken three pirates' arms outright, but that didn't reveal much.

Yet if he showed too much—pulling out weapons at will—it'd be impossible to explain.

"G-General, what do we do?"

Ahmed turned to look at Sha Fei Nadim; her face was ashen, convinced her political career was over. If captured by the Chinese Navy, she'd be discarded as a scapegoat. Egypt couldn't yet afford to truly anger China—above would use "personal unauthorized action" as an excuse to throw her away like trash, and she'd have to obediently accept it.

Thinking of this, her face flushed then paled; despair began rising in her chest.

But just then, a sudden insight struck her—no!

Sha Fei suddenly looked up: "No."

"What's wrong? General, what should we do now?" After his panic, Ahmed decided—if Sha Fei was willing to fight to the death, he'd fight too. But if she surrendered, his stubbornness wouldn't help.

"I mean, the person outside can't be Chinese Navy."

"Not Chinese Navy?"

Ahmed had never dealt with the Chinese Navy, so he didn't know how Sha Fei reached that conclusion.

Sha Fei grabbed a weapon from beside her, walked to the hatch, and suddenly fired a burst into the sky—"Tutututu!"

The sudden gunfire startled Qin Yun and the livestream viewers.

Qin Yun swallowed hard, shrugged, and looked toward the drone: "Looks like they've decided to resist to the end."

Then he shouted toward the cockpit: "One minute's up. Since you won't surrender, don't blame us for being ruthless—take them out."

Hearing Qin Yun's bandit-like words, the real Chinese Navy—where were they?

Two destroyers were racing toward Qin Yun's position at sixty kilometers per hour.

Commander Tan Zong, Rear Admiral, rubbed his temples: "This kid—I told him not to act recklessly, and now he charges ahead alone. If something goes wrong, it'll be too late to regret."

Political Commissar Cai Yan smiled faintly: "Comrade Qin Yun's nearly netted them all. It's good to see young people with drive."

Tan Zong sighed and turned to the other side: "How long?"

The excited pilot Wu Shihao glanced at the screen: "Report, Commander—five hours remaining."

Tan Zong sighed helplessly; five hours, the squash soup would be cold, but there was no choice—they had to go. If they didn't capture those people, even if the incident came to light, it would only lead to endless bickering, with no real significance whatsoever.

"Live stream: Morse code told Qin Yun to prioritize his own safety; if things turned hopeless, leave immediately with Chen Jingsheng and Lin Xia."

"Understood."

Hearing the furious shouts outside, Ahmed tightened his grip on his rifle and looked at Safi Nadim.

Safi Nadim's face hardened with cold determination.

"Move. Outside is not the Chinese Navy—no matter who it is, kill them."

Although Ahmed didn't know how Safi Nadim had reached that conclusion, he chose to believe.

But before he could act, the six armed personnel guarding Safi immediately circled around from the other side.

After delivering his threat, Qin Yun saw no movement from the other side and grew frustrated.

There were surely many people in the bridge, all likely fully armed; if he charged in, he might get shot full of holes. Unless he just tossed a grenade straight in and blew them all up.

But this was live-streamed, in front of countless viewers—killing them wasn't a good decision.

"Biu—!"

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out; sparks flew across the deck as an armed personnel opened fire directly at Qin Yun's position.

Qin Yun glanced over and sighed inwardly.

"Looks like they know I'm not the Chinese Navy. But if they think they can break through my blockade, they're mistaken."

Saying this, he rolled forward, darting to the other side and appearing beside the deck winch.

He deliberately exposed himself, instantly drawing gunfire—sparks flew everywhere, gunshots erupted continuously, a chaotic barrage.

But Qin Yun hid himself perfectly; not a single bullet touched him.

He thought for a moment, unclipped the secondary drone from his right hand, and slid it along the deck toward the stern. It quickly flew out, then rose swiftly into the night air, activating night-vision mode—the entire supply ship instantly appeared on the main drone's display.

Seeing this, everyone in the live stream grew excited, scanning the screen for the armed personnel.

"Diiiiii… diiiiiii…"

As the drone ascended and distanced itself, the radar inside the bridge suddenly reacted, startling the two tense men.

They stared at each other.

"Did I misjudge?" Safi Nadim sounded uncertain.

But now, it was too late—whether right or wrong, they had to fight. To surrender without even seeing the enemy would be a disgrace.

After a brief pause, listening to the gunfire outside, Safi turned to Ahmed: "How far is the lower hatch from here?"

"Just ten or so meters ahead, but likely within the crossfire zone."

Safi didn't hesitate: "Lead the way."

Ahmed nodded, understanding Safi's intent. The hostages were key—if they could get the coordinates and transmit them back, even if captured by the Chinese Navy, their home country would protect them.

Otherwise, if captured, they'd be discarded as expendables.

The two slipped out the door and crept slowly toward the lower hatch.

On the other side, an armed personnel, shielded by others, quickly approached Qin Yun—but he didn't realize that while distant fire might make Qin Yun cautious, close-range advance was no different from delivering himself to slaughter.

The moment the man showed his head, Qin Yun spotted him.

He didn't shoot. Instead, he slid sideways, hooked his right foot inward, and the man collapsed. Qin Yun stepped forward and smashed the rifle butt into the man's head.

"Based on the direction of the previous shots, six have fired so far, but I can't confirm if others remain hidden."

Qin Yun re-hidden himself and spoke to the drone's camera.

No sooner had he finished than he heard light footsteps approaching—from two directions, flanking him.

He glanced at the drone's display; due to obstructions, he could see several figures, but a few remained outside the frame.

He remained calm, drawing a pistol from his waist.

"I'm actually a pacifist—I'd rather avoid violence. But they forced me into this. I have no choice but to retaliate. I hope my poor aim helps me subdue them. If I accidentally kill someone, I doubt they'll blame me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yun shot forward like a hunting leopard, tapping the deck with his left foot and sidestepping instantly.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud—an armed personnel on the left was hit in the wrist; his rifle clattered to the ground. Before he could scream, Qin Yun was already low to the ground, driving his elbow into the man's neck—*crack*—no reaction, just collapse.

At that moment, danger came from the side.

Qin Yun rolled aside; sparks flew from the deck, gunfire rained down—but not a single bullet grazed him; every movement precisely dodged the bullet trajectories.

Viewers in the live stream erupted.

"Damn, Qin Ye's skills are insane."

"So cool. So damn cool."

"Little Fatty Shrimp sent…"

"Chinese Kung Fu—I'm going to China to learn Chinese Kung Fu."

Qin Yun sensed the shift in another gun barrel but didn't dodge—he locked onto the armed personnel several meters away, even seeing the fear in the man's eyes.

"Bang!"

The moment the shot fired, Qin Yun twisted sideways, dodging the bullet, then grabbed the man's arm and wrenched it hard—*crack*—a sharp snap, followed by the man's scream as his arm bent into a grotesque angle.

Qin Yun snatched the rifle, swung it backward, and smashed it into the forehead of another armed personnel nearby—the man dropped instantly, blood oozing out.

It sounds long, but it took only a few breaths. In the blink of an eye, two more were neutralized.

The remaining three panicked; their firing rhythm shattered.

Seeing this, Qin Yun smiled.

"These armed personnel aren't pirates—they're regular soldiers. But compared to our country's regulars, they're laughable."