Plan A was for Fang Linyan to rent a cargo ship. It cost thirty thousand yuan for three days, with fuel expenses paid separately.
The price was quite reasonable, so renting one was easy.
Then Fang Linyan hired someone who knew how to pilot a boat. He paid him ten thousand yuan for three days and made a strange request: the cargo ship had to cruise slowly back and forth along the river near the Lansikadun Seven-Star Hotel, and every hour, the pilot had to drink a cup of hot coffee in the wheelhouse.
The man was naturally a little surprised, but Fang Linyan bluntly told him that asking one question would cost him a thousand yuan, and two would cost three thousand. The man promptly shut his mouth.
Fang Linyan reasoned further that if Fang came aboard, he would likely be injured. Once he was wounded and losing blood, he would feel cold all over. After diving and surfacing, he might also want something hot to drink.
In his earlier investigation, Fang Linyan had even found Fang's food orders. Of the eight menus he collected, two dishes appeared especially often: tomato-braised beef brisket and the Brown Bomb.
Finding tomato-braised beef brisket in a cargo ship's captain's cabin would be much too conspicuous. But getting the ingredients for a knockoff Brown Bomb was easy.
Fang Linyan then slipped a potent hallucinogen, obtained through the black market, into the cream inside the bread. The drug was harmless to the body and had a powerful sedative and hypnotic effect. It could even benefit someone who was injured, so even extraordinary abilities such as a "sense of danger" would be useless against it.
Once all this was done, Fang Linyan waited on shore. He had surveillance cameras that let him watch what was happening inside the cargo ship at any time. He had also rented a small motorboat so he could pull alongside whenever he wanted. With that, Plan A was ready.
It was worth mentioning that Fang Linyan had installed the cheapest secondhand surveillance cameras he could find on the cargo ship to save money. They were probably older than he was, and their technology was hopelessly outdated. After Fang threw the Typhoon electromagnetic pulse ball, the cameras were disrupted too. But once the electromagnetic pulse passed, they worked normally again. The Typhoon electromagnetic pulse ball targeted high-end chips and encryption protocols, and those cameras didn't have any of that!!
Plan B was simpler. Fang Linyan had parked a rented Mitsubishi Pajero beside the river as one of his contingency measures. If Fang couldn't jump into the water in time, or was caught on shore, Fang Linyan could drive over and look for an opportunity to help. As it turned out, this precaution never came into play.
His final move was Plan C. In fact, this was Fang Linyan's main strategy, and the plan he had invested the most time and money in.
He had quietly placed nearly thirty simple cameras along the riverside road. They were rush-order purchases from the city, with built-in storage and lithium batteries that could last for about two days.
Fang Linyan's reasoning was that the two combat squads Anmoreya Corporation had previously sent to pick up the cargo had both been wiped out. The company knew Fang was formidable, so if they wanted to capture him, they would surely plan carefully and save their biggest move for last. That move had to be more substantial than sending two combat squads. Otherwise, they'd just be sending people to their deaths, wouldn't they?
That meant there was a good chance these cameras would capture Anmoreya Corporation brazenly throwing its weight around! After all, Fang wasn't the only one who had the Retroviral Vector Injection he wanted. With evidence of the company's misdeeds in hand, he could use it to blackmail the powerful corporation and get the injection!!!
Of course, the consequences of blackmail would be severe. But could they be worse than terminal cancer?
So, of the three plans Fang Linyan had devised, A, B, and C, he thought C had the best chance of success, at least twenty-five percent.
Plan B had the lowest chance, at less than six percent.
As for Plan A, Fang Linyan thought it depended on too many coincidences. They would both have to be badly wounded, and although there were few boats on the river, Fang didn't necessarily have to board one. He could simply go across to the other bank and escape. So Fang Linyan estimated Plan A's odds at around twelve percent.
Together, the three plans had a success rate of about forty-three percent, which matched Fang Linyan's earlier expectations.
But even Fang Linyan hadn't expected Plan A to work so smoothly in the end!!!!
The difficulty with Plan A was getting Fang to board the ship. Once he did, however, the trap Fang Linyan had carefully prepared around his habits would be waiting for him!! Once caught in it, Fang would find it very difficult to escape.
One final thing worth mentioning: the tool Fang Linyan used to behead Fang was the latest plasma cutter, a Multiplaz 3500, which he had brought over from an auto repair shop!
It consisted of a plasma torch and a power unit, and weighed nine kilograms in total. An electric arc formed between the nozzle inside the torch, which served as the anode, and the electrode, which served as the cathode. This ionized the moisture between them, turning it into plasma. The resulting vapor was forced out of the nozzle as a plasma jet, reaching temperatures above 8,000°C!
At such a high temperature, even high-strength alloy steel would vaporize in an instant and be sliced in two. No matter how powerful Fang was, there was no way he could survive being caught unprepared!
Fang's head flew high into the air,
Perhaps because the beheading had happened so quickly, his head was still able to open its eyes as it sailed through the air. His headless body suddenly jerked upright, limbs thrashing violently, like a fish in the market that had just been decapitated.
Not only that, after Fang's head hit the floor with a thud, it bit down on the metal frame beside it. The metal groaned between his teeth as it was twisted to its limit and even torn apart.
It was clear that Fang was furious!! He simply couldn't accept being killed like this!
Fortunately, Fang Linyan had been prepared. He stepped back quickly after striking and avoided being caught in the commotion. But now he was panting heavily. His vision was blurring, and he felt as though he might collapse. He staggered back two steps and leaned against the cabin wall.
The plasma cutter in his hand was too heavy to hold onto. It slipped from his grasp and hit the floor with a thud.
With the outcome decided, Fang Linyan finally felt just how weak he was. His temples throbbed, his legs had turned to jelly, and he pulled out his oxygen supply and took several deep breaths. Then, looking a little worse for wear, he grabbed a handful of medical glucose and chewed it. Only then did he start to recover.
After Fang died, his body gradually turned transparent. Countless translucent, pale-blue digits—zeros and ones—flickered within it before finally coalescing into a strange, blood-red key.
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