Chapter 3475: No Matter What

At this moment, four speedboats were racing at full speed across the pitch-black sea.

The lights of White Horse Island on the sea surface were like a lighthouse guiding the way, attracting the speedboats to rush straight toward it.

These masked black-clad men armed with live ammunition were quite similar to the black-clad men who assassinated the An family in New York earlier; everyone wore uniform uniforms and equipment, with extremely strong organizational discipline. Except for the driver piloting the speedboat, everyone else crouched low in the cabin with the same posture, one hand gripping the handrail tightly, the other gripping an assault rifle tightly, eyes fixed straight ahead.

At a distance of about one nautical mile from the entrance of Type C Bay on White Horse Island, one of the speedboats had a black-clad man speak through the walkie-talkie: "All vessels reduce speed, shut off engines!"

The four speedboats immediately cut the throttle, and their speed dropped instantly.

As the engines were shut off, these black-clad men immediately felt under their feet for a carbon-fiber-made boat oar, and then everyone immediately began rowing in unison on both sides of the hull with the same frequency and rhythm.

Although the rowing speed was slow, there was completely no engine noise, and the sound of the oars sliding through the water was completely drowned out by the sound of the waves.

The staff on duty on the island could not hear any sound at all, nor see any light; these four speedboats were like ghosts on the sea, silently approaching White Horse Island.

However, I never expected that the movements of these forty black-clad men had already been grasped by Ye Chen.

At this moment, Ye Chen suddenly felt that these black-clad men were extremely well-trained, and they might even be death warriors of the Breaking Qing Society.

But he also thought that it made no sense for death warriors to come to this place.

If these death warriors were coming for him, it would mean his identity and whereabouts had already been exposed. If Wu Feiyan knew his identity, she would not possibly send only death warriors to assassinate him; she would definitely send one of the three great elders, or even all three together.

Then what exactly is the origin of these black-clad men?

In the hesitation, the four speedboats had already silently rowed into the bay.

During the day, there were still White Horse Island boats blocking the entrance and exit, but after nightfall, those boats that had come to join the fun all returned, and the White Horse Island boats also withdrew to the dock.

After the four speedboats entered, the leader said in the walkie-talkie: "Tonight, most people on the island are at a party, so our target is definitely there. After we land, the first thing to do is to kill all the staff near the dock, the second thing is to completely surround the seaside bar where the party is being held, control everyone inside, and not let a single person escape. After dealing with the target, listen to my command to withdraw quickly. Understood?"

All the black-clad men immediately responded in unison over the walkie-talkie: "Understood!"

At this moment, the black-clad men were already very close to Ye Chen; they were at the C-shaped entrance, while Ye Chen's seaside villa, commonly known as the water house, was located at the lowest point of the C-shape, extending into the sea via two trestles.

The public and office areas of White Horse Island are mainly concentrated in the central part of the island, while the upper part consists of tropical rainforest-style beach villas, commonly known as sand houses.

The black-clad men's conversation was heard clearly by Ye Chen, and what surprised him was that these black-clad men all spoke fluent Mandarin.

At this moment, the black-clad leader was still arranging the mission, saying in a stern voice: "Later, after surrounding the seaside bar, Team One and Team Two will handle outer perimeter security, Team Three will conduct a carpet search within 300 meters around the seaside bar, killing all visible living persons in the search area, leaving no survivors, and Team Four will follow me into the bar's interior. Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

Everyone responded in unison again.

Immediately, a voice came over the walkie-talkie: "Commander, should we search and clear the guest rooms on the island?"

"No need."

The black-clad leader said coldly: "This time we are here to make a big move that will shock the world, so during this landing we will not cut off the island's power supply, nor destroy its communications. Once I enter the bar's interior, tourists or staff inside might use their phones to call for help from the outside. The Maldives military is over a hundred kilometers away; they would need about half an hour to forty minutes to emergency assemble and fly here by helicopter. For us, this time is enough to complete the mission and withdraw calmly, but not enough to clear the island. So the guest rooms can be left alone. However, if anyone comes to seek death, as long as they appear within our range, we will kill them immediately."

"Understood!"

Ye Chen heard this and secretly thought: Could these people be terrorists?

But after thinking again, he felt it was not right.

The vast majority of terrorists are irregular armed personnel, including fanatics, gangsters, cult members, etc. Although they are ruthless, they lack organizational discipline and do not possess genuine modern military training. They are best at firing AKs wildly at civilians, which is effortless, but if measured by military standards, their combat effectiveness cannot even match that of a regular army from a third-world country.

These black-clad men are different; they are soldiers trained under a standard modern military system. Even if they are not regular special forces, they are at least mercenaries hired from regular special forces without hesitation, and their training is extremely solid. You cannot breed a golden phoenix from a chicken coop; such high-caliber soldiers could absolutely not be trained by a terrorist organization.

Originally, hearing these black-clad men say they would skip the guest room area, Ye Chen felt relieved, thinking it was unnecessary to get involved in this mess. But after thinking carefully, he realized this matter could not be ignored—his unfortunate father-in-law and mother-in-law were still at the party, and he could not let them die here just to take a vacation. Originally planning to stay only four nights, he ended up leaving them to rest eternally in this place.

So he hurried back to the room and said to Xiao Churan: "Honey, are you tired? Do you want to rest first?"

"Not tired at all." Xiao Churan was watching a live stream, took off one earphone, and said to Ye Chen: "What's wrong, are you tired?"

Ye Chen had no time to play riddles with her; he simply walked over and gently said: "Honey, you're tired, it's better to sleep early."

After speaking, he patted Xiao Churan's shoulder, and a strand of spiritual energy passed through his palm into her body. Xiao Churan immediately felt extremely drowsy, so sleepy she could not keep her eyes open.

She said in a daze: "What's going on... I suddenly feel so sleepy..."

Ye Chen hurriedly supported her as they walked into the bedroom, and said by her ear: "You're exhausted from traveling so far; you definitely haven't recovered yet. You should sleep a while to rest properly; when you wake up, you'll surely be full of energy."

Saying this, he placed Xiao Churan beside the bed.

Xiao Churan, exhausted to the extreme, had a mind like mush. She mumbled: "I'm really too tired, so I'll just sleep first, you also rest early..."

Before Xiao Churan finished speaking, she collapsed onto the bed and fell into a daze.

Seeing her asleep, Ye Chen immediately turned off all the lights in the room, then stepped out the door.

At this moment, those four speedboats full of black-clad men had already quietly docked at the pier!