Chapter 217: Sweep Them All Up (Support Version)

Qin Yun smiled faintly, no trace of tension on his face.

From start to finish, facing these armed men, he relied more on his combat ability; as for firearms, he would rather not use them if possible.

Against six men he had room to spare, let alone the three who were already panicking now.

Qin Yun easily took the last three out of action as well, but just then, the comment section of the livestream started flooding.

"Qin-ye, behind you, behind you."

"Someone—two people went down the hatch."

"The hostages are in danger."

Only at this moment Qin Yun's attention was not on the livestream; he had tied these armed men to the railing one by one with rope, so that even if they woke up there was no need to worry about what they could still do.

After finishing this, he looked at the livestream, and his face changed at once.

He ran quickly to the cockpit, found no one inside, and the hatch leading down had been locked from below.

In an instant, his expression turned ugly.

What he did not know at this moment was that at the hatch below, Ahmad was standing with his gun raised, nervously pointing it upward. Although it was already locked, it was almost impossible to open from outside.

On the other side, Shafi had come to the storage room and easily taken down the two hostages who were holding firearms.

Shafi was actually a bit desperate, because coming along the crew quarters, he found that the crew members inside and those pirates were all sprawled out like dead dogs, not a single one conscious.

His scalp went numb; he seriously suspected just how many people had snuck onto this ship.

He was even losing confidence now—the thought he had been certain wasn't the Chinese Navy, he was now seriously doubting.

But no matter what, he had to get the coordinates.

"Hand over the coordinates, or I'll kill you."

Shafi pressed the gun against Chen Jingsheng's head and snarled.

Chen Jingsheng couldn't say he didn't regret it—damn, who knew that old fellow was actually telling the truth; if he'd known, he would have just gone along. Now look, he hadn't taken his weapon, and the two of them had fallen into the enemy's hands again.

"The coordinates have a dedicated recorder—how could I possibly know them."

"Bam—!"

Shafi slammed the butt of his gun into Chen Jingsheng's head, and blood immediately poured out without stopping.

"Engineer Chen, are you alright?"

Lin Xia was scared out of her wits and hurried forward to help Chen Jingsheng up.

But Shafi raised a foot and kicked Lin Xia's arm, knocking her to the ground, then stepped forward, crouched down, and pressed the gun against Chen Jingsheng: "If you don't talk, neither of you two is leaving this place alive. You'd better think it through."

Chen Jingsheng's head was splitting with pain; he glared at the other man and said nothing.

This nearly drove Shafi mad with rage.

"General! General!"

Ahmad's voice came over.

In a moment Ahmad ran over, first glanced at the people in the room, then said: "General, I've already locked the hatch. Shouldn't we wake up these unconscious crew members first? As long as we have enough people, that bastard won't have it easy either."

Shafi glared at him: "Then hurry up and go."

"Yes."

Before Ahmad turned around, he suddenly pointed at Lin Xia on the ground: "General, we could start with this one."

As he said this, he made a vulgar gesture.

Seeing this, Shafi's expression shifted slightly; he was, after all, a general, and such despicable behavior carried a certain moral weight.

Only…

Thinking of the various possibilities, Shafi could no longer afford to care about much; he stepped forward and pressed the gun against Lin Xia's head, looking at Chen Jingsheng: "Mr. Chen, give me the coordinates, or I'll kill her."

Chen Jingsheng's face shifted slightly; looking at Lin Xia's pale little face, he still shook his head: "Sir, I truly don't know…"

"Riiip—!"

Shafi suddenly reached out and yanked hard; the upper half of Lin Xia's clothes was torn apart in an instant, revealing the bra and Bai Xi's skin beneath.

"Ah…!"

This terrified Lin Xia; she shrank back trying to retreat, but Shafi gripped her arm tightly, his face dark.

"Mr. Chen, I think there are better ways to treat a woman."

"You can't do this." Chen Jingsheng's face went deathly pale. "You are, after all, a military man. You can kill us, but you cannot humiliate us like this."

"Is this what I want?" Shafi said in furious exasperation. "Mr. Chen, if you don't talk, I'll have Ahmad rape her right in front of you."

……

Qin Yun's strength was great enough, but not so great that he could ignore the metal lock below and force the hatch open.

He was a bit helpless, but there was nothing to be done.

After all, he was still flesh and blood; facing firearms he couldn't remain indifferent, and standing guard at the hatch was clearly not very feasible.

"I hope those two listened to me and turned the tables on those two, otherwise it'll be trouble."

After all, there were still over a dozen crew members and pirates down in the cabin; they were only unconscious, not dead, and as long as given enough external stimulus, they could still wake up.

"If I'd known it would be like this, I should have taken out all the crew members."

But unfortunately there was no medicine for regret in this world; Qin Yun could only quietly wait for things to develop. The worst outcome would be those two being taken hostage again, and then everyone below rearming. In that case, he would be facing over a dozen armed men with hostages.

In that situation, if he ignored the safety of the hostages, he actually still had a way—once the hatch was open, he'd just toss a few grenades down.

But he clearly couldn't do that; once he did, the responsibility involved was not something he could bear.

But if he let everyone come out of the cabin, then he would be in danger.

After thinking it over, he began searching along the entire supply ship, and watching Qin Yun's movements, one after another expressed confusion.

Qin Yun explained: "This cabin only has one main passage, but it can't only have one—things like ventilation ducts, emergency exits, that sort of thing. That's what I'm looking for."

He said this, and the livestream audience quickly understood.

The ship wasn't large, and Qin Yun soon found a ventilation opening, but no backup escape hatch.

The ventilation opening wasn't big, located on the lower seaside side of the supply ship, just enough for one person to pass through. But beyond this opening lay the functional area's restroom—he would have to remove the fan on the vent to enter.

The fan was made of metal, and looked welded shut to the surrounding structure.

Qin Yun ran his hand over it, covered in rust; even with slight pressure, it didn't budge at all—extremely secure.

"I must kick open a hole in the shortest time possible, or the loud noise will surely draw attention from those inside."

Qin Yun gripped the railing with both hands, hesitated no longer, swung backward, then exploded with power from his legs, curling his body into a shrimp-like shape; at the moment of impact, he kicked hard with both feet.

"Bang—!"

The tremendous force struck the fan opening, jarring it loose slightly, but the loud noise also startled Ahmed, who was waking the crew in the crew cabin.

"Bang—!"

Another strike—the fan still didn't fall, and by now Ahmed had already run out.

Qin Yun felt the urgency, and on the third kick, he unleashed all his strength.

He aimed both legs at the fan opening and kicked down with all his might, his entire body and the fan piercing through together.

The opening wasn't large—just barely enough for a person to squeeze through—and as Qin Yun slipped in, his body was inevitably compressed.

A searing pain shot through his arms and waist.

But now he had no time to care—he had barely entered when the restroom door opened, and Ahmed saw him instantly; the sight terrified him into raising his gun and firing.

Qin Yun dodged hastily, but he'd just landed, still unsteady on his feet, and his evasion was clumsy.

"Pup-pup-pup—!"

Several wet thuds echoed as the three crewmen piled on top of each other were hit.

"Damn it!"

Qin Yun cursed, pushed off with his left hand, slid along the ground, then kicked Ahmed's shin. Ahmed screamed and crouched down—right into a punch the size of a sandbag.

He was flung backward, slamming hard into the bulkhead.

Agony made Ahmed spit blood; his rifle dropped to the floor. Before he could reach for it, a black muzzle was already aimed at his forehead.

"Let go of Ahmed, or I kill him."

Qin Yun turned and saw—in the storage room—a middle-aged man, forty or fifty, gripping Lin Xia's hair, dragging her by it. Her clothes were torn at one corner, but otherwise intact.

His face darkened instantly; he grabbed Ahmed and shoved him forward as a shield.

"Let her go, or I kill him."

Safi, furious, fired directly at Qin Yun—"Bang!"—the bullet whizzed past both of them.

"My patience is limited. Let go of Ahmed immediately, or the next bullet hits this woman."

"…"

Qin Yun was stunned—holy shit, this old bastard was that tough?

Watching this, the livestream viewers were all horrified—would someone really die on camera?

Qin Yun quickly said: "Hey, let's negotiate—you're not even pretending to negotiate, you're making me look weak."

"Shut up," Safi snarled, yanking Lin Xia's hair, eyes full of malice. He now had the coordinates—he had to transmit them back, only then could he be safe.

Qin Yun sighed helplessly, looked at the monitor: "Can I just shoot him directly?"

No one knew who he was asking, but a fleeting Morse code reply answered him.

"···—·—··—··—·"

The meaning of this Morse code: Yes!

With permission granted, Qin Yun's right hand twitched slightly, ready to act—when suddenly, from the middle crew cabin, a staggered figure stumbled out onto the deck.

"Perfect chance!"

Qin Yun's eyes suddenly lit up—he squeezed Ahmed's throat hard, then pressed his body flat against the ground and charged forward.

His speed was swift—in an instant he reached the crewman, and before the man could react, Qin Yun used him as a shield, closing in rapidly on Safi.

"Bang—!"

Safi fired instinctively—and unsurprisingly, hit the crewman's body.

The distance of barely ten meters vanished in the blink of an eye, given Qin Yun's explosive speed.

By the time Safi realized something was wrong and tried to swing the gun toward Lin Xia's head, it was too late—a steel hand shot through the crewman's armpit and slammed into his nose.

The searing pain made him release Lin Xia's hair; blood gushed from his nose as he collapsed heavily to the ground.

Safi raised his gun to fire again—but a foot stomped down on his hand, then kicked upward; Safi's head snapped back and he passed out cold.

"Phew…"

Qin Yun exhaled—he'd have had to shoot if not for that unexpected crewman.

Leaning on his knees to catch his breath, Qin Yun looked up—and locked eyes with Chen Jingsheng on the ground.

Chen Jingsheng's forehead was covered in blood; he looked awkwardly at Qin Yun, while behind him, Lin Xia slowly rose to her feet.

"Both of you—can you move? Help me get everyone up onto the deck."