An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 177 This is a thought-provoking question!

Meng Youyou slightly raised her eyelids, her gaze passing over Wen Cenqing's figure and looking again at the distant river surface, where several dark figures seemed to be moving in this direction.

At first, they were just blurry little dots, blending into the night and difficult to distinguish accurately. As time went by, those little dots gradually approached and grew larger, and their outlines became clearer.

She had a general idea in mind, but she felt no sense of relief at all, because Meng Youyou saw the man standing at the bow of the boat lightly press his thumb toward the red button on the black square in his hand. At that moment, Meng Youyou's heart jumped into her throat, but the man's thumb stopped abruptly just before it touched the red button.

He suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter, waving his arms exaggeratedly in the air as if he were a stage actor taking his final bow, welcoming the cheers and praises of the audience.

At the same time, Meng Youyou vaguely heard his voiceover – “bang”.

As he laughed, the man suddenly withdrew his flamboyant gestures, put his right hand behind his back, still holding the black rectangular object in his hand, which was close to the fabric of his camel-colored cashmere coat. The two contrasted against each other, making the color difference look rather large.

Abrupt, eye-catching, constantly tugging at Meng Youyou's gaze and nerves.

Wen Cenqing calmly watched the speedboat approaching from the opposite direction. As the distance closed, the anticipation in the man's eyes grew more and more excited. At this moment, he transformed into a passionate theater director, patiently waiting for the other actors to take their places one by one, and then unilaterally inviting them to join him in presenting the great art he had choreographed.

Seeing this, Meng Youyou finally understood what Wen Cenqing wanted to do—he was determined to fight to the death!

Meng Youyou slowly propped up her limp body, trying her best to fight the dizziness in her head. No longer would she just sit and wait to die. She had very little time left. Meng Youyou quickly surveyed her surroundings, trying to find a tool she could use. Suddenly... her gaze stopped on the waist of the man lying in a pool of blood.

Without thinking twice, Meng Youyou slowly crawled towards the center of the pool of blood.

Two or three speedboats sped across the river, racing each other. The police officers on the deck were all on high alert, holding their guns and pointing them forward, all with the same goal.

Huo Qingshan stood at the very front, holding a telescope in one hand. The man was tall and straight, with taut facial muscles.

Through the telescope lens, Huo Qingshan could only see a man in a camel-colored coat standing on the bow of the ship, facing the direction from which they had come. The night was thick, and he could not see the expression on the man's face. He could only roughly make out that the man's lips were moving slightly, as if he was talking to himself.

At the time, Huo Qingshan didn't know that he was actually counting down: "Five, four, three..."

A gunshot suddenly rang out on the river, catching everyone off guard. It was quite far away, and the officers on deck only knew that the sound came from the speedboat ahead, but they didn't know exactly what had happened.

Only Huo Qingshan saw it—Wen Cenqing, who was standing at the bow of the ship, was shot in the head. Then he saw a girl leap to the front of the deck, pick up an unidentified object from the ground, and throw it forcefully into the water.

Then... the girl looked back in terror, raised her gun and aimed it at the cabin, quickly pulling the trigger, but no bullet left the chamber. Almost at the same time, a bullet was fired at her... but fortunately, it missed.

Ahui stood at the tail shaft tunnel exit and fired his gun repeatedly.

Meng Youyou ran desperately to avoid it, but the deck was too open and there was nothing to cover her. With nowhere to hide, Meng Youyou gritted her teeth and jumped into the water.

A bullet grazed her heel but accidentally struck the external fuel tank on the speedboat, causing a small explosion.

Sparks flew everywhere, and orange flames, accompanied by thick black smoke, surged wildly upwards. However, a moment later, the speedboat exploded a second time.

With a deafening roar, a massive wave of heat surged forth, throwing the officers on deck several meters over and crashing heavily onto the deck.

A young police officer lay on the deck, his throat tightened, and a stream of blood gushed from his mouth. The excruciating pain spread from his abdomen to his entire body, and he felt as if his internal organs had shifted in an instant, causing him to almost faint from the pain.

The bright light from the explosion had blinded the young police officer, leaving his vision blurred with flashing lights and shadows.

In this hazy vision, he vaguely saw a figure nearby quickly get up from the ground, staggering slightly, but without the slightest hesitation, rushing towards the edge of the boat.

The figure leaped high into the air and plunged headfirst into the river. Only then did the young policeman realize who it was and instinctively shouted, "Commander Huo!"

After a while, the stinging sensation in his eyes gradually lessened, and the flickering light spots slowly faded away. He blinked hard, and the scene in front of him began to become clearer.

After the explosion, only a large steel frame remained of the speedboat. Fragments of the wreckage floated on the sea, most of them still burning and sizzling. Burning fuel spread across the water, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning fuel and gunpowder smoke. It was hard to tell which smell was stronger.

The firelight illuminated his blood-stained face, and the young officer felt a lingering fear—if their speedboat had been just five or ten meters closer, would anyone on board have survived? It was a thought-provoking question.

He was even a little afraid to imagine the possibility of this hypothesis... just how tragic it would be?