The Golden Coast Villa District, as the name suggests, is a high-end residential area by the sea. Villa No. 8, however, stood apart from the newly built luxurious mansions, isolated and nestled deep within the bay. The driveway leading to it was winding and long. In the distance, the dark sea roared with waves, visible only as a faint line where the sea met the sky. The pale moonlight filtered through dense leaves, scattering patches of light on the gravel driveway. The high wind and dark night, combined with the thunderous waves and the eerie cries of night birds, created a spine-chilling atmosphere.
A white BMW glided silently to a stop in front of Villa No. 8, like a ghost drifting through the night. Yang Qiu, gripping the steering wheel, glanced out the window to see a familiar red Ferrari parked in the shadows near the villa entrance. He looked up to see the villa windows glowing softly with light. The front door was slightly ajar, revealing the vivid blooms of roses inside, silently flourishing in the dim light. The world was deathly quiet.
Suddenly, his phone rang, startling him. He quickly answered, hearing a woman's captivating voice, "Mr. Yang, I see you. Can you see me?" This was followed by a cheerful laugh, "You can't, can you? I'm upstairs waiting for you! Get out of the car and come in. I've been waiting for you for ages!" Yang Qiu drew his gun, loaded it, and slowly got out of the car, gently pushing the slightly open door. His phone rang again. Using his chin to activate the call, he held it to his ear while gripping the gun in his other hand, stepping quietly into the empty living room and up the spiral staircase.
Soft music played intermittently, the woman's voice from the phone guiding him with a magnetic pull, "Don't be nervous. You should relax! Come upstairs, my dear. Wait for me on the sofa; I'm just finishing my bath."
Yang Qiu gently pushed open the master bedroom door, the sound of running water immediately becoming clear. He stood outside, holding the phone and speaking softly, "Baby, I can't wait!"
The woman's voice remained seductive, "My mother always told me there are two things to do slowly: eat your food and..." she drew out her words, "make love..."
Outside the villa, a Mitsubishi jeep, which had been following, silently parked under the trees. Li Xinjian, the towering and formidable deputy chief of Haizhou's Criminal Police Brigade, leaped out like a wildcat, stealthily approaching the villa door with agile jumps along the gravel path.
Inside, Yang Qiu entered the fragrant, dimly lit master bedroom, noticing scattered women's lingerie on the bed. He approached the slightly open bathroom door with his gun raised, "Your mother wouldn't say such things!" The sound of water continued.
He suddenly slammed his shoulder into the bathroom door, bursting in to find Zhao Jiang standing naked in the steam-filled jacuzzi, holding a submachine gun. The muzzle flashed, spewing bullets. Yang Qiu screamed, falling backward, rolling out of the bathroom and diving over the bed toward the floor-to-ceiling glass balcony, shattering the window as he jumped down. Zhao Jiang's bullets shattered the glass further.
Yang Qiu, bloodied and wounded with multiple shots to his shoulder and arm, landed heavily, only to be met by Zhao He, who charged out from his ambush in the living room with an axe. Yang Qiu dodged, and the axe buried itself deeply into a pillar. In a frenzy, Yang Qiu rushed to the BMW, flinging himself into the car. Zhao He pulled out his axe to continue the attack, but Li Xinjian appeared, gun drawn, shouting, "Police! Drop your weapon!" Zhao He, hearing "police," attacked Li Xinjian with renewed ferocity. Li Xinjian dodged, firing his gun and hitting Zhao He in the head, dropping him to the ground, lifeless.
Yang Qiu seized the moment, starting the car and speeding off with a screech.
Li Xinjian shouted after the retreating car, "Stop!"
Gunfire erupted as Zhao Jiang, naked and holding his submachine gun, stormed downstairs. Seeing his dead brother, his eyes turned red, and he unleashed a torrent of bullets at Li Xinjian. Rolling to avoid the shots, Li Xinjian fired back, hitting Zhao Jiang multiple times. Zhao Jiang emptied his remaining bullets into the night sky.
Li Xinjian quickly jumped into the Mitsubishi, turned it around, and pursued the BMW.
The Mitsubishi roared towards the beach, its engine at full power.
Yang Qiu, driving frantically, saw the bright headlights and flashing police lights in his rearview mirror, cursing, "Damn! This is all thanks to that jerk!" He floored the accelerator, the BMW roaring like a jet fighter, speeding down the coastal road.
The gap between the white BMW and the Mitsubishi gradually widened. Li Xinjian pounded the steering wheel in frustration, cursing. In the BMW, Yang Qiu exhaled, finally feeling the pain of his injuries, gritting his teeth against the agony. The car phone suddenly rang, and seeing the caller ID, Yang Qiu's anger flared. He grabbed the receiver, shouting, "You bitch! I'll get you for this! You..."
The cold voice of a woman interrupted, counting down, "Five, four, three, two, one. Detonate!"
The white BMW exploded into a brilliant fireball, followed by a deafening boom. The beach was lit up by the enormous, spectacular blast.
Li Xinjian, shocked, slammed on the brakes and pounded the steering wheel, grabbing his phone to dial a compressed number. The call connected immediately, and he shouted, "Qiangmin, get to Golden Coast now! Something's happened!"