Replacing her knife with a gun pressed against Shi Yuan, the Female Assassin dragged her bloodied feet out of the car. She had trapped the driver inside. Enduring the pain in her feet, she dragged Shi Yuan slowly toward the sea. As they passed the little house standing on the beach, she glanced inside. Sure enough, it was empty.
The Female Assassin's face darkened. Fuck. They abandoned me. The employer really didn't come.
They waded farther into the sea until the icy water swallowed their legs, their waists, their chests...
Shi Yuan's vision went blank, and his body trembled involuntarily. Thankfully, the short blade pressed against him had been replaced with a handgun, or his neck would have suffered several more cuts.
But Shi Yuan no longer had the presence of mind to care what weapon his captor was holding. The terrifying memory of Wei Zexuan dragging him through the deep sea suddenly assaulted him. The familiar briny smell filled his nostrils, making him retch uncontrollably.
Just then, a white speedboat appeared off the distant shore, racing toward them.
The Female Assassin let out a long breath. "Finally."
The speedboat stopped beside her. A man in a diving suit sat at the helm, oversized goggles covering his face and a gun tucked at his waist.
He came out to help the Female Assassin struggle aboard. Throughout it all, her gun remained trained unerringly on Shi Yuan's head. Shi Yuan was still in the water, which had risen to his neck. The bloody line across his throat had turned pale from soaking in seawater.
The Female Assassin looked up. A large number of armed personnel had gathered onshore, while a helicopter circled in the distance, not daring to approach the water.
"Fuck!"
She swore, then told the man in the speedboat,