Chapter 217: Net Them All (Support Request Edition)

Qin Yun smiled faintly, showing not a trace of tension.

From start to finish, he relied primarily on his hand-to-hand combat skills against these armed men; he avoided using firearms whenever possible.

He handled six of them with ease, let alone these three now panicked.

Qin Yun effortlessly neutralized the last three, but just then, the live stream's comment section exploded.

"Master Qin, behind you, behind you!"

"Someone's coming down—the two of them just entered the lower deck."

"The hostages are in danger."

But Qin Yun wasn't paying attention to the live stream—he tied each of the armed men to the railings with rope, ensuring they couldn't cause trouble even if they woke up.

After finishing, he turned to the live stream—and his expression changed instantly.

He rushed to the bridge and found no one inside; the hatch cover below had been locked from the inside.

His face darkened immediately.

At that moment, he didn't know that below the hatch, Ahmed was standing with a gun raised, tense and aiming upward. Though locked, it was nearly impossible to open from outside.

Meanwhile, Safi had reached the storage room and easily subdued two armed hostages.

Safi was nearly desperate—he'd followed the crew quarters and found every crew member and pirate slumped like dead dogs, none conscious.

His scalp prickled; he seriously doubted how many intruders had boarded the ship.

He even began to lose confidence in his earlier certainty—it was no longer clear they weren't Chinese naval forces.

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

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

Safi pressed his gun against Chen Jingsheng's head and snarled.

Chen Jingsheng couldn't claim he had no regrets—damn it, who knew that fellow's story was true? If he'd known, he'd have left with them. Now, he hadn't even taken his weapon, and both he and the other man were captured.

"The coordinates are recorded on a dedicated device—I couldn't possibly know them."

"Bang—!"

Safi smashed the gun butt into Chen Jingsheng's head; blood gushed uncontrollably.

"Engineer Chen, are you okay?"

Lin Xia turned pale and rushed forward to help him up.

But Safi kicked her arm hard, sending her sprawling, then stepped forward, crouched, and pressed the gun to Chen Jingsheng's temple: "If you don't speak, neither of you will leave alive. Think carefully."

Chen Jingsheng's head throbbed; he glared at Safi in fury, saying nothing.

This enraged Safi beyond measure.

"General! General!"

Ahmed's voice rang out.

Soon, Ahmed ran over, glanced at the people inside, then said: "General, I've locked the hatch. Shouldn't we wake these unconscious crew members first? If we have enough men, that bastard won't stand a chance."

Safi glared at him: "Then go do it."

"Yes."

Before turning away, Ahmed suddenly pointed at Lin Xia on the ground: "General, we can start with this one."

He made a lewd gesture.

Safi's expression flickered—he was a general, after all; such despicable acts carried moral weight.

But…

Considering all possibilities, Safi no longer cared—he stepped forward, pressed the gun to Lin Xia's head, and turned to Chen Jingsheng: "Mr. Chen, give me the coordinates, or I kill her."

Chen Jingsheng's face changed slightly as he looked at Lin Xia's ashen face, but he still shook his head: "Sir, I truly don't know…"

"Riiip—!"

Safi suddenly grabbed and tore hard—Lin Xia's top ripped open, exposing her bra and pale skin.

"Ah—!"

Lin Xia shrank back in terror, but Safi gripped her arm tightly, face grim.

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

"You can't do this," Chen Jingsheng said, face ashen. "You're military—you can kill us, but you can't humiliate us like this."

"Is this what I want?" Safi snapped. "Mr. Chen, if you don't speak, I'll have Ahmed rape her right in front of you."

…

Qin Yun was strong, but not strong enough to rip open the metal lock below and force the hatch open.

He was helpless—but there was no alternative.

After all, he was still flesh and blood; he couldn't ignore firearms. Holding the hatch entrance was clearly impossible.

"I hope those two listen to me and take them down—if not, it'll be trouble."

After all, there were over a dozen crew members and pirates below, merely unconscious, not dead. With enough external stimulus, they could wake up.

"If I'd known, I should've disabled every crew member."

Too bad there was no regret pill—Qin Yun could only wait. The worst outcome: those two were retaken, and everyone below was rearmed. Then he'd face over a dozen armed men holding hostages.

In that case, even if he ignored hostage safety, he still had a way—open the hatch and throw in a few grenades.

But he clearly couldn't do that; the responsibility would be more than he could bear.

Yet if everyone emerged from the lower deck, he'd be in danger.

He thought for a moment, then began searching the entire supply ship. Watching his movements, viewers grew confused.

Qin Yun explained: "This ship has only one main corridor, but it can't have just one—there must be ventilation shafts, emergency exits, etc. I'm looking for those."

Hearing this, viewers instantly understood.

The ship wasn't large; Qin Yun soon found a ventilation shaft—but no emergency exit.

The shaft was small, located on the lower side near the sea, just wide enough for one person to pass. But it led to the restroom. To enter, he had to remove the fan covering it.

The fan was metal, seemingly welded shut to the surrounding structure.

Qin Yun touched it—covered in rust. He applied slight pressure—no movement. It was extremely secure.

"I must kick open a hole in the shortest time possible—otherwise, the noise will alert those inside."

Qin Yun gripped the railing, hesitated no longer, swung backward, then exploded forward with both legs, curling into a shrimp-like shape. At the moment of impact, he kicked hard.

"Bang—!"

The force struck the fan, loosening it slightly—but the loud noise also startled Ahmed, who was waking crew members in the crew quarters.

"Bang—!"

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

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

He aimed both legs at the fan and kicked down—his entire body, along with the fan, crashed through.

The hole was barely wide enough—he squeezed through, unavoidably scraping his body.

Fire seared his arms and waist.

But he had no time to care. As the restroom door opened, Ahmed saw him—and immediately raised his gun and fired.

Qin Yun dodged frantically, but he'd just landed, still unsteady—his evasion was clumsy.

"Puff-puff-puff—!"

Three crew members stacked atop each other were hit.

"Damn it!"

Qin Yun cursed, pushed off with his left hand, slid along the floor, then kicked Ahmed's shin. Ahmed screamed, crouched—and received a fist the size of a sandbag.

He was flung backward, slamming hard into the bulkhead.

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

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

Qin Yun turned—Safi stood in the storage room, gripping Lin Xia's hair, dragging her. Her top was torn, but otherwise intact.

His face darkened. He grabbed Ahmed and shoved him forward.

"Let her go, or I kill him."

Safi, furious, fired at Qin Yun—"Bang!"—the bullet passed between them.

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

"…."

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

Viewers in the live stream were horrified—was someone really going to die on camera?

Qin Yun quickly said: "Hey, let's talk. You're not even pretending to negotiate—you're making this impossible for me."

"Shut up," Safi snarled, yanking Lin Xia's hair, eyes filled with malice. He now had the coordinates—he had to transmit them back, or he wouldn't be safe.

Qin Yun sighed, looked at the monitor: "Can I just kill him outright?"

No one knew who he was asking—but a flash of Morse code answered him.

"···—·—··—··—·"

The Morse code meant: Yes!

With permission granted, Qin Yun's right hand twitched slightly—ready to act. But just then, a staggered figure stumbled out from the central crew quarters onto the deck.

"Perfect chance!"

Qin Yun's eyes suddenly lit up; he sharply squeezed Ahmed's throat, then pressed his body to the ground and surged forward.

His speed was swift—in an instant he closed the distance to the crewman, and before the man could react, he used him as a shield to rush toward Shahfi.

"Bang—!"

Shahfi raised her gun and fired on instinct, and unsurprisingly, struck the crewman's body.

The distance of barely ten meters was nothing to Qin Yun's explosive speed—it vanished in an instant.

By the time Shahfi realized something was wrong and tried to swing the barrel toward Lin Xia's head, it was too late. An iron hand shot through the crewman's armpit and slammed hard onto his nose.

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

Shahfi raised her gun to fire again, but a foot already stamped down on her hand, then kicked—her head snapped back and she passed out instantly.

"Phew…"

Qin Yun exhaled in relief; without the crewman's unexpected intervention, he would have had no choice but to shoot.

Leaning on his knees to catch his breath, Qin Yun looked up and met Chen Jingsheng's gaze directly.

Chen Jingsheng's forehead was drenched in blood; he looked awkwardly at Qin Yun, while behind him, Lin Xia struggled to rise shakily to her feet.

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