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Chapter 391c
🕑 Added 2025-09-24 21:42:19 +0000 UTCChapter 391c
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Though he couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason, Yanan decided to act cautiously.
If danger really was near, the yacht still offered an escape route by sea.
Despite its luxurious appearance, the vessel had been modified by the Shining Group—it had limited onboard defense capabilities.
Even against a Mag-Lizard-class heavy aerial platform, the yacht wouldn’t be easily overwhelmed, so long as the number of enemies wasn’t too great.
Flores narrowed her eyes, scanning the surroundings.
The Peruvian and Chilean dignitaries had already boarded the vehicles prepared for them by the Shining Group and were getting ready to leave.
She couldn’t see anything suspicious at all.
Was something truly wrong? Or did Yanan—or perhaps the Shining Group—have a hidden agenda?
Yanan noticed that Flores wasn’t reacting quickly.
He was tempted to abandon the foolish woman on the spot.
But after a moment’s thought, he decided to bring her with him.
If something happened to her here, the deal between the Shining Group and Bolivia’s elites would fall apart.
A faint golden glow flickered in his eyes as he sent a message to Flores through the comms channel.
"Miss Flores, my instincts are telling me that something dangerous is about to happen here. We need to return to the ship immediately—every extra minute we stay adds another degree of risk."
Flores nodded.
Though her mind was still filled with questions, after thinking it over briefly, she concluded that Yanan had no reason to harm her. If he did, then the agreement between their two major interest groups would fall apart entirely.
If the Shining Group had never intended to collaborate with their elite faction, they could have refused the deal from the start. There was no logical reason to agree and then turn around to cause trouble.
With that, Flores and Yanan began making their way back.
But at that very moment, gunfire erupted.
The Shining Group guards stationed around the port collapsed on the spot.
Some of the parked vehicles had their tires blown out; the remaining ones sped off in a panic, engines roaring as they tried to flee.
Those wealthy elites trapped inside the disabled cars were trembling with fear, hiding behind reinforced doors, paralyzed.
The Shining Group’s guards returned fire in a panic, but their numbers were already smaller than the attackers', and having taken heavy losses in the opening exchange, they quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.
Yanan immediately realized the situation was deteriorating.
He didn’t even look back for Flores and broke into a full sprint toward the luxury cruise ship.
Despite his age, Yanan moved with remarkable speed—far faster than Flores.
Flores kicked off her high heels and ran barefoot, but she still couldn’t catch up. Panic began to well up inside her, tears threatening to fall.
"Mr. Yanan, please wait for me!"
But Yanan didn’t dare stop.
He didn’t know exactly who the attackers were, but he suspected it was the same unknown faction that had intercepted their convoy earlier.
The fact that they had the audacity to launch a direct assault meant they wouldn’t be leaving anyone alive.
Because the port was not only filled with their own people, but also with various wealthy elites from Chile and Peru whose vehicle tires had been shot out, there were too many witnesses present—meaning that the unknown force behind the attack would leave no survivors.
Gunfire echoed in rapid bursts, but whether by sheer chance or some unseen favor of fortune, not a single bullet struck Yanan. Grateful for this stroke of luck, he picked up his pace and sprinted toward the luxury cruise liner.
Just as he was about to reach the connecting bridge between the pier and the vessel, a sudden, searing pain shot through his leg. His balance gave out, and his body crashed hard to the ground.
Only then did the distant boom of a sniper shot reach his ears.
Yanan froze in shock before looking down.
A gaping, bleeding hole had torn through his thigh.
Panicking, he opened his comms channel and called the ship’s captain. “Help me! Pull me aboard, now!”
But to his disbelief, the cruise ship began to slowly pull away from the dock.
“Come back! Get back here! I’m not on board yet!”
He dragged himself toward the ship in desperation, but there was no way he could catch up.
All he could do was lie there at the edge of the pier, staring with a complicated, bitter gaze at the vessel disappearing into the distance.
The firefight ended shortly after.
The Shining Group’s security detail had not been completely wiped out, but after suffering heavy casualties, they chose to surrender.
Only then did the attackers emerge from the tree line.
“It’s you? Why are you attacking us?”
Yanan stared in disbelief at the group of attackers emerging from the trees. They were dressed exactly like the anti-government forces, down to their mismatched gear and low-grade rifles.
He couldn’t understand it.
The rebels had always left them alone—there had never been any conflict between their sides.
Why were they suddenly launching an attack?
Could the recent ambushes on their convoys have been their doing as well?
That misunderstanding was exactly what Leo had intended.
The troops deployed for this mission weren’t part of the core unit that had followed him from Night City. They were all locals, recruited from eastern Bolivia.
Their skin color matched, their clothing matched.
Even the weapons they carried were all standard issue from third-rate manufacturers commonly used by the insurgents.
The only foreigners in the team were Leo himself and Takemura.
Leo had accounted for that as well. Neither of them showed their faces—instead, he left the operation entirely to the locals.
Once the Aurora PMC soldiers emerged from the trees, the first thing they did was disarm the Shining Group’s surviving mercenaries. They kicked their weapons away, thoroughly searched them for concealed arms, and only then grouped them together under guard.
The squad leader then stepped forward toward the wealthy elites from Chile and Peru.
Their vehicles had only suffered shredded tires—there were no bullet holes in the chassis.
In other words, they had been deliberately spared.
The purpose was clear: they were meant to serve as witnesses.
The man Leo had personally chosen to lead this operation approached the cars with the blown-out tires. His soldiers instinctively raised their weapons, aiming at the trembling occupants cowering inside.
“Gentlemen. Ladies. Please step out of your vehicles.”
No one responded.
Seeing this, the squad leader raised a hand.
The soldiers moved forward and yanked open the doors, dragging the passengers out one by one without a trace of concern for their protests or indignant screaming.
Once on the open ground, the soldiers released them.
Huddled together like animals clinging to body heat, they trembled uncontrollably.
Among them was a noblewoman in a low-cut evening gown. Her actual age was unknown, but she appeared to be in her early thirties.
She stepped forward, glaring at the squad leader with imperious scorn.
“You filthy, stinking grunts—do you have any idea who I am? I’m the granddaughter of Thailand’s Minister of Land, Infrastructure, and Transport. What’s the meaning of pointing guns at me? Lower your weapons at once!”
But her shrill demands had no effect on the soldiers.
Only the squad leader made a gesture to lower their rifles.
He stepped closer and locked eyes with the woman.
She began to panic. “What are you trying to do?”
Despite her unease, she still believed these soldiers wouldn’t dare harm her.
This was Chile, but by 2077, Asian nations had become global powerhouses—much like Americans back in 2023, who could go anywhere in the world and be treated with reservations, lest they be wanted by elit black ops squads..
And she wasn’t just any Thai citizen—she was the minister’s granddaughter.
She was convinced that this grunt wouldn’t actually lay a hand on her.
She was wrong.
And she learned that lesson with a literal slap to the face.
The squad leader raised the butt of his rifle and, with no hesitation and no mercy, smashed it into the noblewoman’s face.
Her once-flawless features instantly swelled up in grotesque distortion.
Clutching her face, she collapsed to the ground, eyes wide in disbelief.
“You… you…”
The squad leader turned his rifle around and pointed the barrel at her forehead.
“Got anything else to say? If not, I suggest you get ready to move on.”
“I… I…”
