However, with the change of scene came a more horrifying plot. This time, the robots no longer shuffled forward slowly; they charged with a sprinting speed, closing in on the mercenaries with frightening swiftness.
"Damn it!" Ah Ping could only exclaim before he turned and ran.
So this was what Lao Liu meant by "crying little demons"! It turned out that the previous scenario was just the easy mode! This game was never intended to be winnable!
Not all mercenaries reacted as quickly as Ah Ping. Some continued firing sporadically, but the speed and aggression of the Death Squad of Little Wolves far surpassed the earlier difficulty.
Ignoring the gunfire, several of the Little Wolves charged forward with an "S-shaped panic stride" and quickly reached the front lines of the mercenaries.
With a series of explosions, the smoke had barely cleared before more Little Wolves burst from the haze, charging at the remaining personnel.
Ah Ping and two others, quick to react, were already sprinting back. Although the Little Wolves' speed had increased dramatically, their short legs remained a natural disadvantage, allowing them to be outpaced by a distance.
"Ah! The size…" Nian Yun outside sighed.
Under the threat of death, Ah Ping and the other two quickly returned to where Captain Yuan was located.
"Captain… it's bad, there are too many little demons behind us. We can't hold them off. We need to escape quickly!" Ah Ping's voice was frantic even before he entered the room.
Captain Yuan, finally snapping out of his shock from the "ghost wall," realized it was too late to use explosives on the hatch door. With enemies closing in and no retreat, he looked around. The corridor clearly had more rooms besides the core chamber where Chu Xiaoxiao was located.
With a decisive kick, he shattered a nearby door, revealing a room with an ocean-view window.
"Let's go. We'll jump into the sea!" Captain Yuan said firmly. The team filed into the room.
The few remaining mercenaries, terrified by the self-destructing "little demons," aimed their guns nervously at the door.
"Bang-bang!" Captain Yuan fired a burst at the window, shattering it. The window was designed to be inoperable.
He peeked outside at the dark sea.
"Ah Ping, send three of your men to cover our retreat. Lao Liu, you go first!" Captain Yuan commanded.
Lao Liu, already terrified, hesitated, stammering, "T-there's a ghost ship out there!"
"Damn ghosts!" Captain Yuan cursed, snatching a mysterious box from one of his subordinates' backpacks.
After this incident, the mercenary group was effectively destroyed. If there was a chance, perhaps this box could be his opportunity to rebuild.
He clutched the box tightly and shouted, "Everyone, jump with me!"
Ignoring their reactions, he prepared to be the first to leap out of the window.
However, just then, a massive shadow slowly appeared outside the window. Under the moonlight, the ship's cracked hull looked eerie, and the silver-white cannons gleamed with a cold light.
"Gulp!" Everyone swallowed nervously and began to retreat.
"It's… it's the ghost ship!" Lao Liu screamed in terror, completely breaking down.
As the group retreated in fear, Ah Ping's screams echoed, "Those little demons… they're coming again!"
Looking back, they saw a teary-eyed, adorable little head poking out from the door.
The mercenaries, paralyzed with fear, opened fire, but in the face of overwhelming power, humanity proved incredibly fragile. After a barrage of gunfire and explosions, the room fell silent.
Captain Yuan lay dead in a pool of blood, his eyes fixed on the box that had fallen a short distance away. Originally, he was supposed to gain great fortune from the box and rise to prominence in the international mercenary world. Instead, he met a bizarre end at the hands of a ghost ship. This script… doesn't seem right!
Mercenary Captain—Yuan Yinhui, deceased!
"Before I die… finally a name," Yuan Yinhui's eyes slowly closed, finding some peace.
…
The only survivor in the room was Brother Feng. Despite his numerous injuries, he still had half a life left. This was not due to any extraordinary luck or invulnerability but because Nian Yun had skillfully avoided the self-destruct range of the Little Wolves, sparing his life.
Now, he was bound by an eerie silver liquid, unable to move, and stared at the bizarre scene with terror.
"Is… is it really the ghost ship?" Brother Feng's mind was filled with dread of the unknown.
Suddenly, a silver bridge extended from the "ghost ship," connecting to the broken window.
Brother Feng's eyes widened as a figure in a black cloak, hooded, stepped onto the bridge and entered the room under the moonlight.
"Who took my heart?" The figure's deep, raspy voice asked.
What? The heart?!
This script felt oddly familiar. Brother Feng's mind raced with a strange thought.
"Oh! My little treasure, you were here all along! You've finally returned to your father's side!" The cloaked figure suddenly exclaimed joyfully, bending to pick up a box at his feet.
Brother Feng stared in shock at the box. It was indeed the mysterious box they had believed to hold treasure!
It turned out to be the heart of the ghost ship's captain! The mercenaries had stolen the captain's heart!
The motive behind the ghost ship's attack became clear—it was because the mercenaries had stolen the ghost ship captain's heart!
Brother Feng wished he could drag the mercenary who found the box out and shoot him again!
He never considered why the ghost ship's captain could still live without his heart. As the captain of a ghost ship, having his heart stolen and then retrieving it was simply a natural occurrence, wasn't it? The script said so! He had a predecessor named Davy Jones.
"So! Tell me, why did you steal my heart?" The cloaked figure asked, his voice raspy.
"R-respected ghost ship captain, we didn't intend to steal your heart. It was all a misunderstanding!" Brother Feng pleaded desperately.
"Oh, a misunderstanding? Then why are you here, and how did you obtain my heart?" The figure inquired.
Brother Feng, terrified and in tears, quickly explained their mission and how they came by the box.
"So, you're from the Sunlight Group, sent by your young master to kidnap a rival's daughter?" The cloaked figure asked.
"Yes, yes! We never intended to steal your heart! Please spare me!" Brother Feng cried, his nose and eyes running.
He failed to realize that the cloaked figure was more interested in their mission than the "heart."
"Hmm, I see. You're very honest, so I've decided to reward you by making you one of us!"
"Uh… become one of you? What does that mean?" Brother Feng asked, confused.
"Of course… it means becoming a ghost!" The cloaked figure pulled out a pistol and aimed it at Brother Feng.
Brother Feng stared blankly at the scene. The gun looked familiar—an old 54.
"Bang!" A shot rang out, and Brother Feng's last thought was: now ghosts are using guns too?
And it's domestic-made?!
…
In his second act of killing, Nian Yun felt no discomfort. From a young age, he understood that mercy toward enemies was the most useless thing.
Soon, the black cloak and the pistol transformed into a pool of silver liquid, which became a silver bracelet on Nian Yun's wrist, revealing his true appearance.
"Sunlight Group, so it was them!" Nian Yun's eyes narrowed.
No one, not even on his territory, could covet his wealth or threaten his friends!