Chapter 435: This joke is too hellish!

Start again quickly!

It's already at maximum speed!

Look over there?

Two coast guard ships bearing our insignia raced one after another across the sea surface.

On the leading coast guard ship, someone pointed into the distance, and Bai Yuan immediately saw a large amount of debris floating on the sea surface.

There were wood shavings, door panels, electric rice cookers, water buckets, etc., clearly remnants of civilian vessels.

But scanning the surroundings, there was no trace of the fishing boat, making Bai Yuan's heart tighten and he couldn't help but worry.

The last message Lao Mao sent told him that the fishing boat was taking on a lot of water, the hull severely deformed, urging him to hurry over to assist.

After that, contact was lost, the radio lost signal.

This made him worry whether the vessel had already been rammed and sunk by the enemy law enforcement ship.

If so, the people aboard would likely suffer heavy casualties!

What's that over there?!

The ripples stirred by the coast guard ship pushed all the debris on the sea surface far away.

Everyone turned on their strong flashlights, searching the sea surface for possible survivors.

Soon, the coast guard ship arrived near the protruding 'small hill' ahead, and with the moonlight everyone was surprised to discover that it was actually a ship.

Judging by the ship's shape, material, and layout, this should be the enemy law enforcement ship Lao Mao mentioned earlier on the radio.

However, at this time more than half of the law enforcement ship's hull had sunk underwater, with only the bow sticking out above the surface.

Let's get closer to have a look.

Could it have run aground?

Be careful.

The coast guard ship approached cautiously and immediately noticed a huge crack on the ship's hull.

Only then did everyone notice a large hole on the ship's starboard waist.

Seawater poured in through the hole, flooding the engine compartment and causing continuous sinking; but what could have caused such a sturdy hull to be smashed like this?

Could it be that our people rammed it with a fishing boat?

Good heavens, with such impact force, the fishing boat would surely have been shattered to pieces!

Then could their people already......

Everyone on board uncontrollably imagined that scene.

Having suffered utter humiliation, our people fearlessly drove the fishing boat, resolutely choosing to perish together with the enemy.

Meanwhile, the enemy's other law enforcement ship, upon seeing our soldiers' determination to defend sovereignty unto death, chose a panicked escape route.

Just thinking of such a heroic scene made everyone feel an inexplicable pang of heartache.

With the radio gone, Bai Yuan could not contact Lao Mao and uncontrollably imagined such a drama; but whether the facts are truly so still requires investigation.

Yet after circling the nearby sea area, they found no trace of our personnel, leaving Bai Yuan feeling truly bewildered.

Logically, near the wreckage of the fishing boat there should be someone clinging to driftwood awaiting rescue, yet not a single person is in sight?

Just when everyone was at a loss, Bai Yuan thought of something.

The target mission island is the nearest island to the incident sea area.

Perhaps Lao Mao and the others paddled back to the island on kayaks or something else, awaiting rescue as well.

Although it was already 3 or 4 a. m., due to the fog the sky remained dull and gray.

The coast guard ships maintained distance front and back, sailing at a steady speed on the sea, approaching the island according to the coordinates.

Ahead, the island's outline began to appear, accompanied by a law enforcement ship already grounded on a rocky shoal, its bow severely deformed.

Bai Yuan's expression changed; without a word he jumped into the water, becoming a white streak in the waves, and swiftly swam ahead toward the island.

His swimming speed was extremely fast, like a dolphin darting through the water, and in just a moment he reached the shallows.

Bai Yuan was the first to get ashore; upon seeing that bunch of drenched fellows sitting on the beach, his anxious heart finally settled.

Lao Mao walked over, glanced at his watch, and complained: 'Compared to what I expected, you're slow by a full half hour.'

Bai Yuan didn't answer, but after looking around he asked: 'Everyone alright?'

Nothing's wrong, yet something is wrong.

How so?

Lao Mao pointed with his chin at the group of people sitting by the fire, staring blankly: 'The exam questions far exceeded the syllabus, their psychological tolerance is limited; they may need psychological counseling after returning.'

Bai Yuan gave a helpless wry smile: 'What about those people?'

Go up and see for yourself.

Hmm.

Bai Yuan turned and walked toward the grounded law enforcement ship.

At the same time, a few coast guard officers also got into kayaks and quickly arrived here.

Are they alright?

They're fine.

What about the enemy?

Up there.

Hearing that there were still enemies aboard the ship, several coast guard officers instinctively raised their guns, preparing for combat.

Bai Yuan explained that they had all been subdued, so there should be no danger.

Following the rope ladder, several people boarded the ship one after another, and as soon as they got on they smelled a strong stench of blood.

When Bai Yuan reached the deck, the sight before him shocked him, making his heart jump and his brows furrow; the coast guard who followed him up, seeing such a bloody scene, turned deathly pale and vomited violently.

Although they were coast guards, the horrifying sight of severed hands and feet all over the deck was something they had never seen before, inevitably causing strong physical discomfort.

Even the older coast guards went weak in the knees at the sight, with the hairs on their backs and arms standing on end.

"No wonder Lao Mao said it was over the line; this isn't just a matter of being over the line or not—even a veteran probably hasn't experienced anything like this......"

Bai Yuan took two steps forward; the blood on the deck had half‑coagulated, feeling wet and sticky underfoot.

Opening the hatch, in the lower cabin area lay many enemy "casualties" missing hands or feet, their spirits listless, scattered haphazardly.

However, these people were all tightly bound with ropes, leaving no way to break free.

Bai Yuan went down two steps, and the flashlight beam settled on a guy with a white cloth stuffed in his mouth, desperately shouting at him.

He ripped the white cloth from the other's mouth, and the man immediately began shouting in broken Chinese: "Are you their commander? I accuse you, I accuse you of your atrocities!"

"We've already surrendered and aren't carrying any hot weapons, yet your people not only failed to place us properly under the Danima Convention, but even used axes...... waa waa waa!"

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Yuan stuffed the cloth back into his mouth and left the foul‑smelling cabin.

It's certain that someone in here has already defecated or urinated.

But that doesn't matter, because they are merely a group of "unidentified intruders."

For these wanton intruders, sparing their lives is already the utmost mercy.

As for the so‑called Danima Convention, it only binds parties fighting under public supervision; since there's no actual war, there's no need to elevate it to that level.

In other words, this bunch is no different from pirates; even if we killed them all and tossed them into the sea to feed sharks, we couldn't be held accountable.

Bai Yuan handed over the cleanup to the coast guards; just as he was about to disembark, someone called out: "Chief, those people are easy to deal with, but what should we do with these severed hands and feet—throw them into the sea?"

Bai Yuan: "Wouldn't that pollute the water?"

"Well......"

"Put them in a plastic bag—finding lost property and returning it is our tradition."

"......"

That joke is too hellish; it's not funny at all.

They rushed over in a panic, intending to drive off the enemy and rescue their own people.

But they hadn't expected to come specially to rescue the enemy—such a twist is truly unexpected.

Yet at the same time, this sight filled them with fear—what kind of person could commit such a cruel act?

Killing someone is just a cut to the throat, but these folks, having lost their hands and feet, will be disabled; for them, it's practically worse than being killed.

Meanwhile, Bai Yuan returned to the beach, first glancing at the fire.

Eleven people—one is missing.

He wanted to speak but held back, glancing at Lao Mao, who already pointed in a direction.

"Over there."

Bai Yuan opened his mouth to ask, but Lao Mao interrupted him again.

"You guessed right—it was Lu Yang who did it."

"......"

Bai Yuan ultimately swallowed his words and turned to walk that way.

Lu Yang sat on a protruding boulder, with a fire axe lying quietly on the ground.

Although he had just rinsed the blood off his body with seawater, Bai Yuan, upon closer inspection, still caught a whiff of blood.