The captain immediately ordered the ship's police officers to collect all the weapons on the ground, carry the unconscious mercenaries away, and lock them in the ship's solitary confinement cell under strict guard. Then, he warmly invited the man to the captain's cabin for a drink and a good chat about his "heroic deeds."
The captain immediately ordered the ship's police to confiscate the weapons of the mercenaries on the ground and take them all to the lower-level solitary confinement cells. Afterward, the captain planned to host a banquet to entertain this "hero."
"No need to trouble yourself," the man shook his head, politely declining the captain's offer. "I have personal matters to attend to, so I won't stay any longer."
"Alright," the captain called over a nimble sailor, "You help this hero back to the speedboat. Be careful!"
The man boarded his speedboat smoothly, started the engine, and the speedboat cut through the night on the sea, slowly sailing away from the luxury cruise ship.
"Thank you, Captain!" the man said thank you and left.
Sitting in the driver's seat of the speedboat, the man watched the lights of the cruise ship gradually disappear behind him, finally letting go of all his restraint, and secretly exclaimed: This time, I've really hit the jackpot!
Not only did they secure the freight charges that were due, but they also narrowly escaped being double-crossed, ensuring their own safety, and unexpectedly captured a batch of intact and usable torpedoes.
These contraband items, if secretly taken back and resold, could make a substantial fortune – a sure-fire way to make money!
As for the unconscious mercenaries and the luxury cruise ship, what did he care! Thinking this, the man turned on the switch, the engine roared, and the speedboat quickly disappeared into the vast night.
Back in the penthouse suite, after washing up and changing into comfortable silk pajamas, Draco held Hermione in his arms and lay down on the bed. The two snuggled together in the soft bedding, with only a dim bedside lamp on. Outside the window, the black sea shimmered under the moonlight.
" Draco, is it true that you said there were more horror movies?" Hermione turned to him, blinking curiously.
"Of course, has our Miss Granger become interested in horror movies?" Draco asked, turning to look at her.
"Yes. This is the first time I've seen a Chinese horror film. It's completely different from the Western thrillers we're used to. It's really novel. Most Western horror films are straightforward gore and sudden scares, but Chinese ones are different. The eerie atmosphere that slowly builds up, the chilling details, and the unique folk customs and eeriness are all very appealing."
Sure enough, once Miss Granger's curiosity was piqued, it was impossible to suppress, Draco thought to himself.
"Yes, want to see it? I can play a classic for you right now, I guarantee you'll remember it." Draco's foot slipped between Hermione's legs, and Hermione quickly squeezed him tightly.
"Don't do anything reckless," Hermione said, squeezing tightly.
"No..." Draco stopped causing trouble.
Feeling incredibly safe in Draco's arms, Hermione's competitive spirit overcame her fear, and she whispered:
"Can I watch a short clip?"
"Alright." Draco chuckled, reaching into his pajama pocket to pull out a Muggle projector. After a few quick adjustments to the settings, a beam of light was projected onto the pristine white wall opposite the bed, the image clear and detailed, the colors warm and gentle on the eyes.
As the lights came on, scenes from Stephen Chow's classic film " Out of the Dark " were projected onto the screen. Then, Draco Hermione pulled her into his arms, covered her waist with the blanket, and began to enjoy the movie.
As the opening credits of " Out of the Dark " lit up, a unique, eerie, and nonsensical soundtrack filled the room.
At first, Hermione was tense, her whole body radiating seriousness and vigilance, intently staring at the light and shadow on the wall.
But as the plot slowly unfolded, the characters' absurd performances and their comical and outrageous actions and lines gradually dissipated the tense atmosphere of terror. Hermione could no longer hold back, and a clear laugh suddenly echoed through the bed. Hermione asked:
"Is this a comedy?"
"Don't get too excited, this is a horror comedy." Draco adjusted his position to make her more comfortable, then sat up halfway himself, wrapping the blanket around them to create a cozy little movie-watching spot. "Don't get scared and cry later..."
"Tch, it's not scary at all," Hermione scoffed.
At this moment, horror elements begin to permeate: the eerie old woman returns, the gloomy building, the chilling sound effects, and the second female lead's incredibly realistic acting, culminating in an unexpected glance back...
"Ah!" Hermione screamed in fright when she saw the old woman appear on the TV from the perspective of the second female lead. She shrank back and used all her strength to burrow into Draco's arms.
Her hands gripped Draco's pajamas tightly, her legs curled up, and her toes curled up like a frightened cat, wishing she could hide herself completely under Draco's protection.
"Who was it that said it wasn't scary at all?" Draco hugged Hermione tightly, looking at her. Draco couldn't help but laugh out loud. Hermione shrank back, burying her head deeper into his arms, her eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes trembling frantically.
"I wasn't afraid to begin with," Hermione refused to admit.
"Then open your eyes!" Draco tried to get her to open her eyes, Hermione pushed Draco's hand away and said, "Don't move."
What are you doing?
I've been using my eyes too much today; I need to give them a rest.
Draco was both amused and exasperated.
"It's alright, the scary part is over."
"Really?" Driven by curiosity, and with the music becoming more soothing, Hermione lifted her eyelids slightly and glanced at the screen.
Sure enough, that part of the story had already passed. Hermione asked, "Was that the old woman who came back? What happened?"
"The woman's husband returned, interrupting her reverie."
"Why is she so afraid of her loved one returning to life? Did she do something to offend her mother?"
"I'm not telling you, just look for yourself!"
"Stingy." Although Hermione agreed that Draco was right, she couldn't help but complain. After complaining, she continued watching the movie intently. Later, whenever a scary scene came on, Hermione would immediately close her eyes and hide back in Draco's arms.
The film oscillates between comedy and horror, causing Hermione's emotions to fluctuate accordingly. Draco, meanwhile, held back his laughter throughout, enjoying the sweet burden and silently giving the film a thumbs up.
The light and shadow on the wall flowed slowly, the absurd and terrifying plot came to an end, the last frame disappeared, and the room returned to silence. The projected light and shadow slowly dimmed, Draco turned off the equipment, and only the sound of their intertwined breathing remained in the bed.
Looking at the girl in his arms, still slightly panting and trembling, Draco asked with a faint smile, "So, Miss Granger, was the movie scary enough?"
"Terrifying." Hermione's eyes were still somewhat unfocused. She glanced back at the wall, then quickly looked away, burying her face in front of him.
"The part where Leon and the others wait for the couple to return after they die is terrifying," Hermione emphasized, then added, "But it's also very funny. The pacing of the film is brilliant, and the director and actors are both incredibly talented."