Chapter 1786

They had all disguised themselves as ordinary tourists, blending into the cruise ship, preparing to slip away silently as night fell.

Yet they never expected that this vast expanse of ocean was already teeming with ambushes.

"This is still China—we can't pressure the Americans," the golden-haired man said coolly. "I'm not a fool."

"Then what exactly do you intend to do?" another black-clad man asked irritably. "Those Chinese aren't to be trifled with! They blew up our speedboat—they'll blow up the entire freighter too!"

This guy is a complete violent fanatic.

"Heh." The golden-haired man smirked, then stood up. "I'll go talk to Apollo."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze toward the stern, his eyes distant.

There, atop a lookout tower, Ximen Wudi leaned against the railing, holding an assault rifle, silently smoking a cigarette, as if gazing at the distant stars.

"I think my decision may displease Mr. Apollo," the golden-haired man said with a smile, "but I believe you need this outcome."

"Who are you? Who gave you the right to represent us!" the black-clad man shouted.

The next second, his eyes widened, and a crimson line appeared across his throat.

Boom!

Blood sprayed!

The black-clad man clutched his neck, knelt on the deck, rolled over several times, then died.

The golden-haired man slowly turned, walked back into the cabin, and closed the door.

The black-clad man's corpse lay cold on the deck, gradually stiffening.

…………

Ximen Wudi's lips curled slightly. "Looks like this guy has some manners after all."

Li Jian said: "He said you need rest. Does your wound still hurt?"

"I'm fine," Ximen Wudi grinned. "I'm just waiting for the enemy to bite."

This was his nature: the more desperate the situation, the calmer he remained.

Under such an environment, panic must be avoided at all costs.

"Boss, should we head back now?" Li Jian asked.

"Not yet. Let's cruise around for a while," Ximen Wudi narrowed his eyes. "Wait for Lopez."

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Lopez had lived in America for many years; this time in China, he'd only hurriedly met a few people.

He was slender, dressed in simple sportswear, wearing canvas shoes, a baseball cap, and sunglasses—looking exactly like an ordinary tourist, utterly unremarkable.

Behind him walked four men, their expressions stern, unmistakably standard operatives.

This group would draw no attention.

Lopez circled the southeastern coast of China several times, confirmed that Ximen Wudi had left China, then set off.

He was heading west.

No one knew why he was going west—not even Lopez himself.

His figure had fully merged into the night, fading from view.

………….

"Boss, Lopez has left America—he's heading west," a subordinate reported. "Should we immediately deploy helicopters to intercept him?"

"Yes, we can't waste more time in China. I must return to America quickly—this deal is critical for us," the golden-haired man said.

He was Alex Frederick, one of Lopez's most trusted lieutenants.

This golden-haired man possessed immense strength and ranked highly among Lopez's subordinates.

Although Lopez was the core of this team, Frederick's immense value during this mission granted him authority over two other senior operatives.

Of course, if Lopez refused to relinquish control, Frederick would harbor no resentment—this man's mind was far too sharp to have ever made it from America to China and ultimately joined Lopez's ranks.

He had spent five years in America, using resources Lopez left in his hands to build up his power; during Lopez's seclusion, Frederick expanded the mercenary group's influence several-fold, becoming Lopez's most loyal hound and claw.

In fact, Lopez had already considered entrusting the entire mercenary group to Frederick.

Yet this time, Lopez chose to send one of his most trusted lieutenants to China—no one could say whether this was wise.

"Boss, aren't you afraid we'll be attacked en route? China's counter-terrorism units have already set up checkpoints at the border," another senior operative frowned.

In his view, if Ximen Wudi truly dared to appear, they would obliterate him without mercy.

"He is Apollo," Lopez said.

He offered no further explanation.

"So what if he's the Sun God? Can he really defy heaven and alter fate?" The senior operative still shook his head dismissively.

"If you ever encounter the Sun God, don't act rashly," Lopez said.

"Why should we listen to him?" the operative pressed.

Lopez said nothing.

"Fine, I'll follow your orders, Boss," the operative replied respectfully.

Lopez's gaze remained fixed outside the window: "You may not know that the submarine I operated in China was destroyed."

This statement shocked both senior operatives.

"It was a decommissioned aircraft carrier—I paid twenty billion dollars for it," Lopez said. "The divers I hired are all dead… so the remaining diver must be nearby."

He paused, then added: "And he's still alive."

Both senior operatives shuddered at these words.

Because they clearly remembered Lopez had just told them he'd sent out the "divers" on a mission.

Yet only hours had passed—had he already returned?

Moreover, they still hadn't been able to find any trace of him!

One must understand that in the waters of Huaxia, finding a living person is truly too difficult!

These people did not believe Ximen Wudi could pull off such a thing.

No matter how fast he was, he couldn't possibly be faster than an airplane.

1707, bring me his head!

1707, bring me his head!

However, what Lopez said next scared them out of their wits!

"So, you must find him as soon as possible and bring him before me." Lopez said lightly: "If you can't find him, then bring me your own heads."

Bring me his head!

At this moment, the two agents' body hair stood on end, cold sweat breaking out all over!

Although Lopez spoke with an air of nonchalance, his words were exceptionally ruthless! This fellow was dead set on killing the Sun Temple's super warriors!

And… what he said was no joke!

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At this moment, Ximen Wudi was not riding an airplane, but driving a broken fishing boat toward the capital of Huaxia.

The fishing boat had not left Huaxia's territory, but was already less than three kilometers from a certain mountain range in northeastern Huaxia.

Ximen Wudi sat at the bow, drinking and smoking, with a look of utter contentment on his face.

Behind him stood dozens of figures in camouflage uniforms, ramrod straight, looking like military training instructors, each with a gun tucked at their waist.

These were the Sun Divine Guards.

They were all awaiting Ximen Wudi's command.

Ximen Wudi appeared to be strolling leisurely, but in truth his speed was not slow; inside his mind he was replaying the previous battle scenes.

He was not worried about his own safety.

Because before coming here, the Military Advisor had warned Ximen Wudi that this man Lopez was extremely cautious and absolutely could not be rushed; therefore, on the way here, Ximen Wudi had already adjusted his condition to its absolute peak, ready to unleash his strongest combat power at any moment.

As for exactly how much weight this Lopez carried, the Military Advisor was not entirely clear; she also did not feel that Ximen Wudi could secure a sure victory against this fellow, so this Sun Divine Consort had already prepared for the worst in her mind—if things did not go smoothly, she would immediately rush out to rescue Ximen Wudi.

Of course, her speed was absolutely faster than Lopez's; the moment Ximen Wudi called, she would launch a fierce surprise attack.

However, before that, the Military Advisor still needed to figure out why Ximen Wudi chose to keep the appointment alone.

"Lord Apollo, we have arrived at the Haidao in Southeast Asia." At this moment, Ximen Wudi received a text message from Victoria.

"Good."