The Bridge Under Attack

Captain Barus once said that as long as he was there, he would never allow any accidents to happen on the ship. However, since Jilan appeared, he had been in contact with Isana for more than ten minutes. Although the Voyager was large, even an ordinary person could reach any place he wanted to go in five minutes by running at full speed through the elevators.

So, where did the captain go?

Let's go back to when Isana first boarded the ship.

Driver's cab.

"Captain, intruders have boarded the ship!"

After Isana boarded the ship, the crew member in charge of monitoring spotted Isana on the monitor and loudly notified the captain.

Aside from eating and sleeping, Barus spent the rest of his time in the captain's cabin using a computer connected to the local area network to handle official business. Upon hearing the crew's report, he immediately came to his side.

The captain asked sternly, "How many intruders are there? Can you tell their Quirk and identities?"

"Report! There's only one person, and he appears to be unarmed and undisguised, wearing only a helmet covering half his face!" The crew member immediately reported what he had observed and stepped aside to show the captain the surveillance footage.

It was too dark on the deck, and the monitoring equipment couldn't capture the sound, so they didn't know that a cook had lost his mouth to fish. Although the crew member seemed to have seen the outline of a shark in the dark, the deck was several meters above the sea surface, and no shark, no matter what kind, had that kind of jumping ability. He just assumed he had seen it wrong and didn't tell the captain.

The captain stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm... the clothes are very wet, they just came out of the sea. Could they be victims? Although it's highly likely they're intruders, we can't rule out that possibility."

"Alright!" The captain punched his right fist into his left palm, patted the crew member on the shoulder, and laughed. "Then let me go and meet him. If he's not hostile, I'll provide him with food and lodging. After all, meeting in the ocean is fate!"

Barus didn't say what would happen if the other party came with hostility, and the crew didn't ask either. After all, the captain had dealt with many such cases, and no hostile person had ever had a good ending.

If you want to kill someone in international waters, you must be prepared to be killed.

"Everyone, then work hard and don't slack off. I'm going back to change my clothes, and I'll go meet him in a bit!" With that, the captain laughed and left the bridge.

One of the crew members watched the captain's departing figure and suddenly smiled bitterly, "... Although the captain is domineering, he unexpectedly gives people a sense of security in certain aspects."

"Ah, indeed. When I first arrived on this ship, I thought I'd be dealing with a strict boss, constantly being criticized at work. I even thought I'd find another job after disembarking. But then we encountered the Masori Pirates, and I thought, 'This is terrible, I might lose my face and my life...'" One person leaned back in his chair, reminiscing and laughing. "But when the captain stood in front of me, I truly felt saved. At that moment, I felt his figure was as tall as All Might, especially after he transformed. It was as if an ancient mythical beast was protecting us."

"The captain is the guardian angel of our Voyager. As long as he's here, we don't have to worry about anything." The crew member watching the monitor stood up and said with a smile to the crew member who had spoken, "I'll go make myself a cup of coffee. Could you keep an eye on it for me? Staring at the screen for so long is making me a little sleepy. I even saw a phantom of a shark just now..."

"Don't overwork yourself. We'll arrive at Island tomorrow afternoon, then you can relax a bit," my colleague said with concern.

"I understand, I'll be right back." With that, the crew member left the bridge and went to the adjacent rest area to make instant coffee with hot water.

"There's nothing I can do, I'm just destined to be a workaholic..." The colleague chuckled, shook his head, and pulled up a chair to stand in front of the security camera.

The driver's cab must be staffed 24 hours a day, so a shift system is used. At night, there are usually only three or four people, each responsible for a different area.

"Let me see... Hmm... Steve is definitely slacking off. If he hadn't said he'd introduce me to a pretty lady after we disembarked, I wouldn't have covered for him about his affair with the ship's nurse... Did Catero go to the casino after completing his mission? He's incorrigible. Isn't he afraid he'll lose all his money? As far as I know, he has a tigress-like wife..."

As his colleague commented, he picked up his water glass. When he looked down, he saw a figure in a white sailor's uniform reflected in the clear water behind him.

"Oh, you're back so fast! I remember the water dispenser always breaks down; I have to turn it on and off several times before it gets hot water. You were lucky this time..." The colleague, unaware that something was wrong, assumed it was just another colleague returning. Taking a big gulp of water, she slapped the table, preparing to stand up. "Wait a minute, I'll give you my seat..."

The colleague behind him remained silent, but soon a surprised shout came from the side—it was the captain's second-in-command, the first mate.

"Who are you? I've never seen you before. Why are you wearing our clothes and in the driver's seat? Get out! This place isn't open to the public!"

When the first mate turned his gaze away from the endless sea in front of him, he saw a person in a crew uniform standing behind the monitor. He had heard the two joking around earlier and thought it was the person in charge of monitoring returning. He was about to reply with a smile when he suddenly saw the scars on the person's face and immediately realized that the person was not one of his crew members!

The colleague turned around in surprise and saw a strange man with a cold gaze staring at him. The man had a full beard and stitches from his forehead to his eyebrows, which made people feel uneasy.

His colleague instinctively leaned back, accidentally knocking over his water glass. Half the water remained, spilling onto the table, but he didn't have time to notice. Instead, he asked tremblingly, "... Who are you? Are you a new crew member?"

"Idiot, stay away from him, he's the enemy!" the first mate shouted as he charged forward. He was very strong and looked like he had been trained. The punch he threw at the stranger showed a hint of fierce wind, and his footwork didn't stop either, followed by a knee strike!

He was the captain's first mate, a veteran of countless battles; fighting was commonplace for him.

Caught off guard, the stranger was struck hard by fists and knees, and within seconds he collapsed to the ground.

His colleague, still somewhat confused, quickly asked, "First Mate, what's going on? Why did you attack him?"

"Idiot, I'm saving you!" the first mate retorted irritably, glancing down at the man lying face down on the ground. He scoffed, "I thought he was some big shot, but he's done for with just one combo. I hadn't even warmed up yet..."

He scoffed at the stranger and said to his colleague, "Contact the captain. That might be a diversionary tactic. The man who suddenly appeared was just a decoy; the enemy's target is our bridge!"

"Understood!" The colleague nodded vigorously and sat back down in his chair, but immediately shouted, "First Mate, something's wrong! The communication equipment has temporarily malfunctioned; it seems to be due to water damage!"

"What an idiot..." the first mate sighed, helplessly saying, "Fine, you go and inform the captain yourself. I'll keep an eye on things here. If you encounter anyone along the way, remember to call them to the captain's cabin."

"Understood!" The colleague hurriedly left the bridge, deciding to go to the captain's cabin first, as the captain said he needed to change his clothes again.

Now only the first mate remained in the driver's cab. He crouched down, wanting to see who this stranger was. "Come on, let me see who sent you."

However... the moment the first mate crouched down and touched the stranger's clothes, the man, whom he thought was unconscious, moved. Suddenly, a sharp knife appeared in his hand, and he instantly stabbed the first mate in the abdomen!

"You bastard!" the first mate roared, forcefully flipping him over and grabbing a chair to smash into the stranger. However, the stranger used a nimble movement completely different from before to roll backward, dodging the attack, and then charged again, pinning the first mate down and driving the knife even deeper!

The first mate gritted his teeth and repeatedly smashed the man's forehead, which was stitched up with needle and thread, with the spike, trying to make him loosen his grip when he was in pain. However, the man seemed to feel no pain at all, and even when his forehead was broken, he did not waver at all. His grip on the knife even tightened!

Finally, the first mate, his eyes filled with resentment, gradually lost his strength and fell backward onto the table, his white clothes stained with blood...

The stranger breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the first mate dead. He staggered, panting, and looked at the corpse with a complex expression. With his eyes closed, he waved his hand and pushed the body to the ground.

The stranger, his hands trembling, braced himself on the table and pulled an old-fashioned walkie-talkie from his pocket. He extended the long antenna and spoke into the other end:

"Toga, the surveillance has been brought under control, we can begin the operation."