More than thirty nautical miles off the Coastline, an ordinary cruise ship cruised across the sea. It was noon, and a gentle breeze rippled over the water—an excellent time for the wealthy to take a cruise out to sea.
Compared with an average cruise ship, this one was slightly larger. But that was hardly unusual. Plenty of rich people preferred bigger things.
Yet aboard the ship stood countless masked men in black, armed to the teeth. That was fucking hard to explain.
The scene looked exactly like a cruise ship hijacking from a movie.
The entire ship was quiet until a Helicopter flew in from the distance and landed on the aft deck.
Simpson stepped out of the Helicopter, followed by four or five other people.
"Owen, where is he?" he asked the moment his feet touched the deck.
A middle-aged man in a suit, with a face that looked prematurely aged, immediately replied, "Director, he's locked in one of the cabins inside."
"You haven't exposed your identities, have you?"
"Well... I'm not sure whether that old fellow figured anything out!" Owen said. "Chief, since we've already captured him, why don't we just..."
Owen drew a finger across his throat.
"That isn't for us to decide," Simpson said at once, fixing him with a hard stare.
Just then, Simpson's phone rang. He checked it, saw that it was the Presidential Assistant calling, and immediately answered.
"Director Simpson, you must get Mr. Luo back to shore unharmed, without exposing your identities. Those are the president's orders."
Simpson looked pained. "Aide Stanley, releasing hostages isn't how thugs operate. It'll make people suspicious. Could you speak to the president?"
"No! He must be released. I don't know how you handled this, but Huaxia has already guessed that our people were behind it. They