Rainwater fell from the sky, gradually forming puddles at our feet, but soon it flowed down the deck.
The toxic gas in the entertainment hall gradually thinned, and the situation became clearer: five rotting corpses lay on the door, their white bones covered with poison spots.
The wine-red carpet was covered in minced meat, with layers of entrails piled on top of each other. Blood was splattered all over the ceiling, and the nearly dissolved muscle was sticky on the floor. The corpses inside were completely rotten and even more gruesome to look at. Their eyes were rotten and filled with infinite deathly stillness, and their faces were frozen with fear and resentment.
The scene was extremely eerie and terrifying, yet Si Yehan watched it as if it were a play, and felt a sense of pleasure.
Si Yehan stood alone in the rain, holding an umbrella, watching the scene in the entertainment hall. Under such circumstances, no one could possibly survive, so there was no need to finish them off.
He hooked his hand to open the door to the entertainment hall, then stepped aside.
The corpse leaned against the door, stuck to it, with some blackened blood and flesh spilling out and flowing down the deck. The air, thick with a thin layer of toxins, rushed out and surged towards the sea.
Looking at the situation, Si Yehan couldn't help but think about his next target. There was still a lot of "cargo" in the cargo hold, which could be disposed of today.
These days, most of what they carry are close-range weapons and pistols, but they could pick up some long-range blades and submachine guns.
The thought had barely formed in his mind when Si Yehan headed towards the fourth floor. He had previously stored most of his weapons there, and now he could retrieve some. He encountered no one along the way, making for a smooth journey.
However, when Si Yehan arrived at the entrance to the fourth floor, he was blocked by a group of women who had been handling the corpses. They were wearing protective suits and were not carrying any weapons; they were simply standing there to block the way.
The leader, upon seeing Si Yehan, flashed a hint of fear in her eyes. She cautiously approached Si Yehan and said, "Four powerful figures have been murdered. We are responsible for sealing off this place. You cannot enter now."
She still hasn't forgotten the slap Si Yehan gave her this morning.
Si Yehan naturally sensed the fear in the person before him, and since he wasn't worried about hiding anything, he simply asked, "Who ordered you to seal it off? How many people are in the room now?"
She cautiously advised, "He was a close confidant of four powerful figures, and he was mainly responsible for security on the ship. There are only five people left in the room now, four of whom are armed. You'd better not barge in, or you might be mistaken for a dangerous individual and shot dead on the spot."
Although this group of women had been responsible for handling corpses on the ship for many years, after getting to know Si Yehan recently, they still couldn't hide their fear of him.
Si Yehan pondered for a moment, then calmly muttered to himself, "Four armed men? They shouldn't be too difficult to deal with."
The person in front of them, her face hidden behind the protective suit, was filled with fear. She could not hide her terror and was about to turn around and shout when she saw Si Yehan draw his gun and point it at them.
Gunshots rang out, bodies fell one after another, and the women in protective suits scrambled to escape, while the rain pattered outside.
Screams erupted, drowning out the faint gunfire, as Si Yehan calmly reloaded and gave chase.
Blood spilled at his feet. Si Yehan stepped over the blood-soaked ground in his black shoes, his expression cold and indifferent, revealing no emotion, though a faint smile appeared in his eyes.
After stepping over the corpses scattered on the ground and making sure that no one had survived, Si Yehan carried a body towards the door.
With such a commotion, the person inside must have noticed. There's no chance they'll already have their guns set up. Rushing in would only mean certain death.
But this was also a time of extreme tension. The moment Si Yehan pushed the door open, he threw the corpse in. In that instant, four dark gun barrels came into view through the crack in the door.
Gunshots rang out intermittently from inside the door, continuing for a long time. Clearly, the people inside were not thinking at all, but simply firing instinctively.
Si Yehan picked up three more corpses and threw them into the doorway in the same manner. If it weren't for the special material of the door, it would have rotted away completely.
Through these four attempts, Si Yehan had already figured out the location of the five people inside the door, making it difficult for them to break in now.
Fortunately, they were armed with pistols, not submachine guns or shotguns. They had no choice but to take the risk. Two men were firing simultaneously, and during reload intervals, two others would cover for them, leaving no opening for them to exploit.
The four people inside the door were also so nervous that their palms were sweating. Two of them turned to look at the man staring intently at the corpse and whispered, "Leader, are we going to stay here and confront the man outside?"
The man addressed as the leader knelt before the rotting corpse of the fat old man, his face streaked with tears. "Boss, you treated me like your own son, yet I failed to arrive in time to protect you! Rest assured, I will wipe out the scoundrels on the ship and do everything in my power to avenge you. As for the revenge of the other three, I will take it all upon them."
The team leader suddenly turned around, wiping away his tears, and said coldly, "The four of you take the initiative to attack, disable the man outside the door, and bring him before me, or kill him outright. I want to interrogate him."
His eyes were bloodshot, and his fierce resentment was so intense it was almost overflowing. The four men with guns dared not meet his gaze for a moment.
Just then, Si Yehan suddenly pushed the door open, and two corpses were thrown out at the same time, obscuring the vision of all five people. They decisively opened fire on the two corpses, but at that moment, two short blades flew through them and struck the wrists of the two people behind them.
The gun slipped from his hand the instant the pain surged, emitting a painful cry.
The two people in front were drawn to the scene and turned to see the two men's miserable state.
The body fell to the ground, colliding with the body that had been thrown into the house earlier. Si Yehan stepped into the house, and taking advantage of the moment when everyone was distracted, he decisively opened fire, killing the healthy person who was carrying a gun first.
They then shot and killed the remaining two armed men, leaving only the team leader.
The team leader's expression immediately tensed up. He reached for the gun on the ground, but was shot in the thigh by Si Yehan, and staggered heavily to the ground.
Blood splattered everywhere. He stared at the four corpses, a hint of horror flashing in his reddened eyes. He then turned to look at the rotting bodies of the four dignitaries, gritting his teeth as he said, "It was you! You used their names to lure all the guests to the entertainment hall, and you killed them. Otherwise, there's no way to explain your murderous acts."
Si Yehan ignored the team leader's nonsense, picked up the two daggers he had thrown earlier, and sneered, "You're quite the loyal dog, rushing to collect the corpses."
Immediately, he raised his foot and stepped on the leader's head.
With rain and blood staining the soles of his shoes, the team leader's face immediately contorted with shame and resentment as he glared at Si Yehan!
Immediately, Si Yehan raised his hand and plunged the knife into his ear, completing the craniotomy. Blood and shattered brain tissue spilled out along the wound, and brain matter splattered.
The team leader convulsed violently, his eyeballs popping out of their sockets and rolling down in front of the fat old man's rotting corpse.