Who would still start a business seriously after being reborn?

Chapter 696 Joint
On the outskirts of Iwadai City, inside an abandoned oil refinery.

Ona and Lin Sipeng's cohabitation continues.

Lin Sipeng continued to play the role of a devoted personal assistant, but there was a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

He would occasionally use the excuse of checking his surroundings to run to the workshop door or the broken window to look around, both hoping for Cheng Yi's evacuation arrangements and fearing that the people coming were not his own.

Ona, however, remained even more silent.

He keenly noticed Lin Sipeng's occasional absent-mindedness, and that there seemed to be some subtle movements outside that were more noticeable than before.

His killer instincts told him that a storm was brewing.

"Brother Na, what do you think the people who will pick us up will be like?" Lin Sipeng asked, peeling an orange for Ona.

Ona said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know."

Just then, Ona's old cell phone, which was almost out of battery, suddenly vibrated and the screen lit up with a text message from an unknown number.

The message was simple: a location and a time: "Tomorrow night at 23:00, East Black Rock Bay, Iwata City, under Lighthouse No. 3. Rendezvous signal: flash your flashlight three times."

Ona's eyes narrowed sharply, and his heart began to race slightly.

coming!

The evacuation route arranged by Chen Yongzheng has finally made contact with him!

He calmly deleted the text message and said to Lin Sipeng, "Get ready, we're leaving tomorrow night."

Lin Sipeng was taken aback at first, and asked nervously, "Where are we going?"

Seeing Ona's serious expression, he quickly lowered his voice and asked, "Brother Na, was this person arranged by President Chen?"

"Hmm," Ona mumbled in response, without saying anything more.

For some reason, he felt a vague unease about this evacuation deep in his heart, but the desire to escape China still overwhelmed everything else.

His unease is nothing now, after all, ever since he entered China, this unease has been like the wind, always accompanying him.

He had no idea how much effort it took to send this message.

Cheng Yi first told Chen Zhi about Ona's kidnapping of Lin Sipeng. Chen Zhi then relayed the information to Ona's organization leader, who then passed it on to the mission issuer sent by Waters. The mission issuer then relayed it to Waters, who then assigned it to Hel...

After going through many twists and turns, Ona's contact information and past experiences changed hands five or six times.

Moreover, Ona's communication channels are now completely under the surveillance of Momo Group.

Inside the disguised command vehicle a few kilometers away from the refinery, Zhang Gang looked at the deciphered text message content on the screen and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

He immediately reported to Cheng Yi: "President Cheng, the fish has taken the bait. The rendezvous point is at Black Stone Bay."

Cheng Yi's voice on the other end of the phone was noticeably more relaxed as he said, "Very good. Go there ahead of time, but don't set up any traps to avoid alerting them. At the same time, notify Chairman Gao Yang that you can start setting up the perimeter. Once our people have succeeded, send the signal and we'll close the net and catch the ringleader."

The night was as dark as ink, and Black Stone Bay, east of Iwata City, appeared somewhat desolate under the dim moonlight.

The waves relentlessly pounded against the jagged rocks, emitting a dull and continuous roar that drowned out most of the unusual sounds of the night.

A slightly worn Santana bumped along the rough coastal road, its headlights flickering with each jolt.

Lin Sipeng was driving, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his eyes showing both tension and a hint of inexplicable excitement.

In the passenger seat, Ona was curled up, covered with a dark coat, his hat pulled low, revealing only his taut jawline.

The scene was extremely bizarre.

The kidnapped hostage is diligently driving the kidnappers to their escape point.

"Brother Na, isn't this road too desolate? Is the location he mentioned correct?" Lin Sipeng tried to dispel his unease by speaking.

Ona did not answer immediately. His sharp gaze swept across the blurry scenery rushing past the window, his eyes flashing with vigilance. Despite his serious injuries, his instincts remained intact.

"I'll let you know if there are any problems," he said in a hoarse voice. "Just focus on driving."

Silence fell again inside the car, with only the roar of the engine remaining.

Ona's sense of unease grew stronger.

It went too smoothly. From the moment we left that abandoned oil refinery, we encountered almost no checks along the way, and we didn't even see a single suspicious vehicle.

This is illogical, especially given the tense atmosphere in Jingzhou City and even Handong Province because of his case.

Does that self-proclaimed president of Microsoft China, Chen Yongzheng, really wield that much power?

Can it completely block police tracking?
Or is this a trap designed to lure you in?

He tilted his head slightly and glanced at Lin Sipeng, who was driving beside him, out of the corner of his eye.

This guy's acting is exaggerated, and he's a total sycophant, but he doesn't look fake. He's genuinely trying to curry favor with me to make a living.

If Chen Yongzheng is unreliable, then this guy in front of us is really just a scapegoat who's been pushed out.

Various thoughts raced through Ona's mind before he suddenly said, "Stop the car."

Lin Sipeng was startled and instinctively stepped on the brakes. The Santana slid a short distance on the gravel road before coming to a stop.

He looked at Ona and asked, "Ona... Brother Ona, what's wrong? We haven't arrived yet."

“Wait here.” Ona’s voice was firm and unquestionable. “There’s still half an hour until the agreed time. It’s not safe to go too early.”

He needs to observe and confirm.

His career as an assassin taught him that the most dangerous moment is often not during an operation, but when one becomes complacent and thinks they are safe.

Lin Sipeng did as instructed, turning off the engine and the headlights.

The car was instantly engulfed in darkness, with only the faint, rhythmic light of the distant lighthouse occasionally outlining the contours of their faces.

The sea breeze grew stronger, making the car windows rattle.

Meanwhile, at an abandoned observation station about one kilometer away from Black Rock Bay Lighthouse No. 3, Zhang Gang held a high-powered night vision telescope and stared intently at the coastline through a broken window.

Several elite members of Black Panther Security were scattered around him, constantly whispering to each other on the communication channel.

"Point 1 reports: No abnormalities."

"Point 2 reports: The sea is calm, and no target vessel has been spotted."

"Received. Maintain silence. The prey has not yet entered the area." Zhang Gang's deep voice was transmitted to each position through the headset.

His arrangements were extremely elaborate.

The main force did not directly surround Lighthouse No. 3, but formed a loose pocket formation, controlling all land routes leading to the lighthouse and possible sea routes for rendezvous.

He followed Cheng Yi's instructions to avoid alerting the enemy.

A true hunter needs enough patience to wait for all the prey to fall into the trap.

Further out, the police force, personally commanded by Chairman Gao Yang, formed the second and final massive net.

They hid at more remote road junctions and temporary checkpoints, using technology to monitor vehicle movements in the area.

Gao Yang's target is the smuggler codenamed Sea Wolf, Hull Bush, and his potential logistics chain.

Time ticked by, and soon it was exactly 11 p.m. At the foot of Lighthouse No. 3, only the sound of waves crashing against the shore could be heard.

At this moment, Ona also instructed Lin Sicong to slowly drive the car to a high place opposite the lighthouse, so that they could see the sea clearly and avoid being caught.

Inside the Santana, Lin Sipeng's forehead was already covered in fine beads of sweat. He kept checking his watch, then nervously looked out the window at the dark sea, and said, "Brother Na, it's time."

Ona ignored him, his entire focus was on perceiving his surroundings.

The unease in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

It's too quiet; this isn't normal.

As agreed, the person who was supposed to meet them should have appeared.

About ten minutes later, just as even Ona began to doubt whether the intelligence was wrong, a faint light suddenly appeared on the sea.

That wasn't the light of a lighthouse; it just blinked three times in a regular pattern.

Connector signal!

Lin Sipeng saw it too, and he was so excited that he almost shouted out, but was stopped by a sharp look from Ona.

"Brother Na, let's go over there!" Lin Sipeng said in a low voice, urging, "Let's hurry up and finish the performance so we can all go home."

"Wait a little longer," Ona said calmly.

He stared intently at the light and the small speedboat behind it, which was just a blurry black silhouette in the night.

The speedboat did not dock directly at the shore, but stopped about 100 meters away from the shore, clearly also observing.

This is a typical cautious approach, but to the suspicious Ona at this moment, it seems more like a test.

“The prey is in position.” Zhang Gang looked at the two sides making contact and immediately said in a deep voice, “Each group shall maintain absolute silence. No one is allowed to move without my order. Our target is not some small fry on the shore.”

He needed patience; he needed to wait for the speedboat to dock and for the people on board to make contact with Ona.

Only by catching them red-handed can we follow this lead and uncover Waters and an even larger human smuggling network behind it.

On the sea, the speedboat turned off its engine and gently rose and fell with the waves.

A muscular man in a waterproof suit stood at the bow of the boat, holding binoculars and carefully observing the situation on the shore.

He was a key figure under Hull Bush, codenamed Seahorse, and was in charge of this high-risk delivery.

Seahorse has always acted cautiously because its target, Ona, is a hot potato, so Hel had no choice but to send its most capable henchman.

The instructions received by the seahorse were to confirm safety before approaching the shore, and to abandon the mission and evacuate at full speed if any abnormality was found.

He stared for a long time, but all he could see was darkness.

But he did not see the agreed-upon three flashing lights from the shore.

This made him even more wary.

"Signal to the shore, then flash three more times," the water ghost ordered the crew behind him.

Soon, the signal lights on the speedboat flashed three times again in a regular pattern.

Inside the car, Ona's heart clenched violently with each of the three flashes of light.

Here we go again, the signal of urging!
Lin Sipeng was even more anxious, like an ant on a hot pan. He said, "Brother Na, they're urging us again. If we don't go down soon, won't they think something's happened and just leave?"

Ona stared intently at the speedboat, his killer instincts screaming alarm bells.

From the moment he arrived here, he felt that something was wrong.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

He considered for a few seconds and said in a deep voice, "Don't get off. Back up and get out of here!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Sipeng, though confused, instinctively obeyed the order due to his fear of Ona.

Ona's order instantly put Lin Sipeng's nerves on edge.

He recalled the orders Cheng Yi had given him before he left: if Ona backed down, floor the gas pedal and rush to the lighthouse; this was the most crucial step in the plan.

He had no time to weigh the pros and cons. At this moment, his loyalty to Cheng Yi outweighed everything else, because he knew very well that only Cheng Yi could save him from his current predicament.

Before Ona could finish speaking, Lin Sipeng, as if by reflex, slammed his right foot on the gas pedal.

The old Santana let out a hoarse roar, its body jolted violently, and like a wild dog that had broken free, it shot straight down the hill where it was hiding.

"Are you looking for death?" Ona roared, trying to put a chokehold on Lin Sipeng, but his movements were quickly interrupted by the violent jolts.

He wasn't wearing a seatbelt.

This is a habit of assassins, allowing them to jump out of vehicles and escape at any time in case of emergencies.

But now, this habit has become his nightmare.

The slope is steep and the sand is soft.

The Santana is simply not suited for this kind of terrain.

The front of the car plunged down the slope and crashed into the sand. The powerful inertia caused the entire vehicle to lurch forward violently, like a scallion being forcefully driven into the sand.

"Bang!" Ona was thrown violently from his seat, slamming heavily against the windshield, then crashing through the windshield and rolling down onto the soft sand.

The powerful reaction force and impact made his vision go black, and he almost fainted.

"Cough...cough cough...I'm going to kill you..." He curled up in the sand, spitting out sand as he cursed.

Just as Ona was trying to get up, beams of powerful flashlights shone from behind the rocks, from the bushes, and from the top of the dunes, precisely locking onto Santana on the beach and Ona, who had fallen out.

At least a dozen figures dressed in black combat uniforms, armed and moving with the speed of leopards, emerged from various hiding places, forming a tight encirclement. Their footsteps rustled on the sand, carrying a powerful sense of oppression.

Almost simultaneously, the roar of engines and the dazzling light of searchlights could be heard from the sea.

Several police speedboats that had been lying in wait in the shadows of the island quickly surrounded and blocked the receiving speedboat that had just given the rendezvous signal.

A stern warning came from the loudspeaker, and the seahorse and the others on the speedboat immediately lost any thought of resistance due to the absolute power disparity, and could only obediently surrender.

Ona watched everything unfold in the blink of an eye and instantly understood everything.

This was not an accident; it was a complete trap.

"Chen Yongzheng! You tricked me!" Ona roared like a wild beast, his anger instantly burning away his reason.

He braced himself with one hand and executed the Thomas Spinning Kick once again.

Before his legs could even separate, the people around him picked up the big treasures they were holding.

"Da da da da da..."

Five meters away, my darling, hurry up!

Within five meters, Big Baby is both accurate and fast.

(End of this chapter)