Exposed!

More than twenty minutes later, Lin Feng had stuffed the Leather Backpack to the brim.

He had packed four hundred kilograms of partially prepared steaks, four hundred kilograms of juice, a hundred kilograms of chicken drumsticks, and finally some medical supplies.

All eight slots were filled perfectly.

Lin Feng really was growing fonder and fonder of this Leather Backpack.

Without it, wouldn't he be furious at having to leave so much stuff behind?

Now it was time to find the dirty money hidden in the storeroom. While packing things away earlier, Lin Feng had searched everywhere without finding any money. It definitely wasn't out in the open.

Lin Feng wandered around the storeroom and suddenly felt that the sound of the floorboards beneath his feet seemed a little off.

"Hollow?"

Lin Feng stamped his foot, then kicked straight down.

Bang!

Sure enough, there was a hollow space beneath the board, with two travel bags wrapped in waterproof fabric sitting neatly inside.

"These should be it."

Just as Lin Feng bent down to take out the two bags full of money, voices suddenly came from outside.

Lin Feng hurriedly straightened up and walked out with a calm expression.

"Hey! Hi, is there any extra beer here? Ken sent me to get it."

The speaker was a black man with a joint dangling from his mouth.

"Beer? There should be some left. I'll go find it for you."

Lin Feng smiled, then turned to look for beer. He didn't particularly want to resort to violence if he could avoid it. Hopefully, this black bastard would know better.

"How about I help you look? Haven't seen you around before. Where's Anderson?"

The weed-smoking black man walked into the storeroom as he spoke. Turning his head, he saw Anderson lying on the floor, his condition unknown.

"Shit! Who are you?!"

"Goddammit."

Lin Feng cursed inwardly, then turned and quickly subdued the black man.

"Fuck! Do you know whose yacht this is?!"

Bang!

He had barely gotten the curse out before Lin Feng grabbed his dreadlocks and smashed him into the metal shelving. Again and again, until the black man stopped breathing. It had to be said, the black bastard really could take a beating. He was so tough that the solid metal shelving had bent by the time he finally croaked.

After throwing both the black man's corpse and the security guard's corpse into the hidden compartment for the money bags, Lin Feng picked up the two travel bags and strolled out.

"Michael, I found the bags of money. They're too conspicuous. Where should I put them?"

"Okay, go to the railing on the west side. There aren't any tourists there, but three security guards are patrolling. Lester Crest is waiting below on a personal watercraft. Throw him the money, then find a chance to get away."

Michael's reply soon came over the radio. It seemed he and Old Cui were still searching for the dirty money.

After taking a moment to get his bearings, Lin Feng calmly carried the two travel bags toward the railing on the west side.

Although a few passing tourists occasionally noticed Lin Feng's strange behavior, they paid it no mind. After all, it was none of their business.

Just like that, Lin Feng reached the western deck without incident despite the tension along the way. Three armed security guards were smoking and chatting, completely oblivious to any danger.

After setting the travel bags down, Lin Feng slowly walked over.

"Guys, could you tell me where the restaurant is?"

The three chatting guards were clearly a little annoyed at being interrupted by Lin Feng, but they still pointed him in the right direction.

"Thanks."

Lin Feng smiled, then grabbed the nearest guard and threw him straight overboard.

The other two guards immediately tried to draw their guns, but Lin Feng disarmed them one after the other.

"Okay, don't move. Lean over the railing."

Lin Feng pointed a pistol at the two men as he spoke.

Naturally, the two guards weren't about to gamble with their lives. They hurriedly put their hands over their heads and leaned over the railing, obediently awaiting their fate.

Who would risk their life for a few thousand a month?!

"Off you go!"

With one kick apiece, Lin Feng sent both guards overboard.

"What the fuck?"

Below, Lester Crest sat on the personal watercraft, staring at the scene in bewilderment.

He had come to collect the money. Why had three people fallen down instead??

"Hey!"

Lin Feng called out to Lester Crest, then threw the two travel bags down one at a time.

Lester Crest was pretty hardcore too. Each bag weighed dozens of pounds, and despite being thrown from such a height, he actually caught them with his hands.

Who knew how his arms were doing, though.

After completing his own assignment, Lin Feng still hadn't forgotten the mission issued by the system.

Killing fifty people would earn him the Firearms Proficiency reward.

As for enemies, everyone on the yacht counted as an enemy, right??

He had only killed five people so far.

Oh, right. After Lin Feng threw those three guards overboard, it turned out they couldn't swim. They would probably drown before long.

He still needed forty-five more. Where was he supposed to find that many people to kill?

Lin Feng pondered this with quite a headache.

He couldn't just expose himself, could he?

Bang!

Just then, a gunshot rang out in the distance.

The nearby guards who heard it hurried over with their guns drawn.

The party continued, however. The loud music over there kept people from hearing anything outside.

"Damn it! Lin, you and Lester Crest find a way out of here. We've been exposed!"

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Michael's voice came over the radio, along with a loud clamor of gunfire.

"Hang in there!"

After saying that, Lin Feng's lips curled up slightly. He had just been wondering how to rack up so many kills, and now his chance had arrived.

The risk was indeed rather high, though. Lin Feng only had a Micro SMG and a pistol.

If he had a rocket launcher or something, would he still have to worry about completing the mission after firing a few shots?

Lester Crest was loyal, at least. As soon as he heard that Old Cui and Michael were in danger, he returned to the boat without another word, ready to discuss a plan with Lin Feng.

"Lin, I've got a plan. Want to hear it?"

"Let's hear it."

The two leaned against a wall like tourists, drinking and basking in the sun.

"We take these tourists hostage and trade them for Michael and Old Cui. What do you think?"

"That's not very realistic. There are too many tourists here for the two of us to control, and there are at least a hundred security guards on this yacht. Doing that would be no different from getting ourselves killed. We'd be better off taking advantage of the fact that our identities haven't been exposed and launching a surprise attack on the guards surrounding those two. Once we get them out, we leave immediately!"

Lin Feng sketched a simple route map by hand. His approach might not have been the best, but it was definitely much better than Lester Crest's.

After looking it over, Lester Crest found nothing wrong with what Lin Feng had said and agreed to his plan. The two began checking their weapons.

Then they walked nonchalantly toward the place where Michael and Old Cui were surrounded.