Who Stole My Heart

However, after the scene shifted, what awaited the mercenaries was an even more terrifying plot.

These robots were no longer moving with a sluggish, zombie-like gait; they kicked their short legs into gear and charged toward all the mercenaries with the speed of a sprint.

"Holy shit!" A Ping only had time to shout this before he turned and ran.

So this was what Lao Liu meant by "little devils that can cry"!

It turns out the previous encounter was just on easy mode! This game clearly never intended for anyone to pass!

However, not all the mercenaries reacted as quickly as A Ping. Some were still firing potshots, but the Xiaolang Suicide Squad, now running at full tilt, was incomparable to the ones from the easy difficulty.

Ignoring the hail of bullets, the few members of the Xiaolang Suicide Squad advanced rapidly, moving in "frantic S-shaped patterns," and soon reached the mercenaries at the front.

After a few "boom" explosions, before the smoke had even cleared, more of the Xiaolang Suicide Squad charged out from the haze toward the remaining men.

A Ping and two others had realized the situation quickly and had been running for their lives from the start. Although the Xiaolang Suicide Squad behind them was much faster, their short legs were an innate defect that no amount of effort could compensate for, so they managed to put some distance between themselves and their pursuers.

"Sigh! The dimensions..." Nie Yun sighed faintly from the outside.

Driven by the sheer terror of life and death, A Ping and the other two soon returned to the location of Captain Ruan and his group.

"Cap... Captain! It's bad, there are too many little devils behind us, we can't hold them off, think of a way to escape! Hurry!" A Ping's shrill cry arrived before he even appeared.

Captain Ruan finally snapped out of the shock of the "ghost wall," but at this point, even if he wanted to use explosives to blow open the bulkhead, it was already too late!

With pursuers in front and no retreat behind, he scanned his surroundings; this corridor was naturally not the only room besides the core cabin where Chu Xiaoxiao was located.

"Bang!" He decisively kicked open a door nearby, revealing a room with a sea-view window.

"Move, we're jumping into the sea to retreat!" Captain Ruan was decisive, and everyone filed into the room.

After entering, the remaining mercenaries fearfully aimed their guns at the door; they had been terrified by those "little devils" that could self-destruct!

"Bang! Bang!" Captain Ruan fired a magazine at the window, shattering it completely, as this type of window was designed not to be opened.

He poked his head out; outside was the pitch-black sea.

"A Ping, arrange for three brothers to cover the rear. Lao Liu, you jump first!" Captain Ruan ordered.

Lao Liu had long since been scared out of his wits and dared not jump, stammering, "Th... there's a ghost ship outside!"

"Ghost your mother!" Captain Ruan cursed, then snatched a backpack from a subordinate and took out the mysterious box stored inside.

After this, the mercenary group was effectively crippled. If there was still a chance, perhaps the treasure inside this box would be his opportunity to start over.

He clutched the box tightly and shouted, "Everyone, jump with me!"

Without waiting for their reaction, he prepared to be the first to jump out the window!

However, at this very moment, a massive black shadow suddenly appeared slowly outside the window. Under the moonlight, the crack-filled hull looked incredibly eerie, and those silver-white cannons, like works of art, glinted with a cold, chilling light.

"Gulp!" Everyone swallowed hard and slowly backed away.

"It... it's the ghost ship!" Lao Liu screamed in terror, completely breaking down!

Just as everyone was retreating in fear, A Ping's scream came from behind: "Those little devils... those little devils have appeared again!"

The group looked back, and sure enough! A teary-eyed, adorable little head had already poked out from the doorway.

The mercenaries began to fire in a panic, but in the face of absolute power, how fragile humans were. After a burst of gunfire and explosions, the room fell completely silent.

Captain Ruan fell into a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, still fixed on the box that had fallen not far away.

Originally, he should have obtained a great fortune from the box and then gradually risen to power in the international mercenary world. He never expected to die so bizarrely at the hands of a ghost ship. This script... it wasn't right!

Mercenary Captain—Ruan Yinhui, deceased!

"Before dying... I finally got a name," Ruan Yinhui slowly closed his eyes, finally able to rest in peace!

The only person left alive in the entire room was Feng Ge. Although he was covered in wounds, he still had half a life left.

This was naturally not because Feng Ge was blessed with great luck, invulnerability, or boundless magic, but because under Nie Yun's control, the self-destruction radius of the Xiaolang Suicide Squad had slightly avoided him, sparing his life.

At this moment, his limbs were bound by a pool of strange silver-white liquid, pinning him firmly to the ground. He couldn't move, his eyes wide with terror as he watched this bizarre scene.

"It... it really is a ghost ship!" Feng Ge's heart was filled with fear of the unknown.

Just then, a silver-white bridge suddenly extended from the "ghost ship" outside, connecting to the shattered window.

Feng Ge's eyes widened as he watched a figure in a black robe and hood step through the moonlight, walking step by step along the bridge into the room.

"Who?! Who stole my heart!" the black-robed figure said in a low, hoarse voice.

What? Heart?!

Why did this script feel somewhat familiar? A strange thought suddenly popped into his mind.

"Oh! My little treasure, so you were here! You have finally returned to your father's side!" the black-robed figure suddenly said happily, then bent down to pick up the box at his feet.

Feng Ge stared in astonishment at the box. Wasn't this the mysterious box they had always assumed contained treasure!?

So, that was his heart! Those mercenaries had actually stolen the heart of the ghost ship's captain!

The cause of everything finally became clear. His group had been attacked by the ghost ship because they had stolen the ghost ship captain's heart!

Feng Ge wished he could drag that mercenary who found the box out and shoot him all over again!

He didn't bother to consider how this ghost ship captain could still be alive without a heart; as the captain of a ghost ship, having one's heart stolen and then going to retrieve it—wasn't that just the natural order of things?

That's how it was written in the scripts! He even had a predecessor named Davy Jones.

"Well then! Speak, why did you steal my heart!" The figure in the black robe looked at Feng Ge and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Res... respected captain of the ghost ship, we really didn't intend to steal your heart, th... this is all just a misunderstanding!" Feng Ge wailed.

"Oh! A misunderstanding? Then what are you doing here, and how did you come to possess my heart?!"

Feng Ge was already scared out of his wits, so he didn't dare to hesitate; he spilled everything about their purpose for being here and how they had obtained the box in one breath.

"So, you are from the Riyao Group, acting under the orders of your young master to kidnap the daughter of a rival?" the black-robed figure asked.

"Yes, yes! We absolutely never wanted to steal your heart! Please, let me go!" Snot and tears streamed down Feng Ge's face as he begged.

He didn't realize at all why the black-robed figure was focused on their motives rather than his own "heart."

"Hmm, I see. You are very honest, so I have decided to reward you by letting you become one of us!"

"Uh... become one of you? What does that mean?" Feng Ge was stunned.

"Why, it means becoming a ghost, of course!"

The black-robed figure pulled a pistol from his robes and aimed it at Feng Ge.

Feng Ge stared blankly at the scene; he was very familiar with that gun—it was a Type 54.

"Bang!" After the gunshot rang out, Feng Ge's final thought was: do ghosts even use guns to kill people nowadays?

And it's a domestic model, for crying out loud?!

Killing someone with his own hands for the second time, Nie Yun felt no discomfort whatsoever. He had understood since he was a child that mercy toward an enemy was the most useless thing in any situation.

Following this, the black robe and the pistol on Nie Yun's body eerily melted into a pool of silver liquid, transforming into a silver bracelet that latched onto his wrist, revealing Nie Yun's true appearance.

"Riyao Group, so it really was them!" Nie Yun's eyes narrowed slightly.

No one can covet my wealth on my turf, let alone try to harm my friends!