When the woman climbed back onto the boat, Jiang Hai was already standing. He wasn't about to let this person cause him trouble again. He quickly dodged and moved towards her. Before the man could react, Jiang Hai delivered a powerful punch to the woman's stomach.
The impact was so forceful that even if the woman were strong, she was knocked to the ground like a shrimp.
Looking down at the woman who had fallen, Jiang Hai grabbed a rope—one she had used earlier to climb aboard—and began tying her up tightly. He didn't care if there were any marks left; it wasn't his concern.
He tied her up firmly, ensuring she couldn't escape. Afterward, he shifted his attention to the shark battle unfolding in the distance. It was clear that the people on that boat were no match for Dasha.
Looking at the mess of floating bodies and severed limbs in the water, Jiang Hai couldn't help but grin in disgust.
"It's really bloody," he muttered under his breath, then took a deep breath to fight off the nausea.
But then, the sounds of helicopters and oars filled the air, and soon two helicopters appeared, coming from different directions. One was very familiar to Jiang Hai: it was his Z-11. The other, marked with the word "POLICE," was from the United States' Coast Guard.
Recognizing that both his men and the police had arrived, Jiang Hai knew it was time to wrap things up.
He blew a whistle, signaling Dasha, who then took his wife and swam into the deep sea.
By then, the two helicopters had arrived—Jiang Hai's first, landing near the yacht where he stood, while the police helicopter focused on the ship. The officers weren't foolish; they knew it was polite to first investigate the smaller, damaged boat before disturbing the owner of the larger one.
When Jiang Hai's helicopter door opened, Bell Lester's face appeared.
"Boss, are you okay?" Bell asked, his voice full of concern as he directed Maren Rupert to land the helicopter and lower the ladder. His Delta training showed as he smoothly brought the chopper in. "I'm fine," Jiang Hai replied with a grin. "Though I'm not sure where these people came from. By the way, this woman is powerful. I think she might even be stronger than you." He kicked the woman, who was still tied up nearby, and smiled at Bell.
Bell, however, seemed startled when he looked at the woman. His eyes locked on a scar on her right arm.
"This mark... this woman is from the KGB," he said quietly, moving closer to Jiang Hai.
Jiang Hai was puzzled. "The KGB? What's that?"
Bell explained, "The KGB was the Soviet Union's equivalent of the CIA. This woman is likely an agent. The KGB restructured into the Federal Security Service after the Soviet Union dissolved in 1991, but the KGB's influence is still present today."
He continued, "There are four major intelligence agencies worldwide: the CIA of the U.S., Russia's Federal Security Service (formerly the KGB), the British MI6, and Israel's Mossad. This woman bears the unmistakable mark of a KGB agent, though it's been partially destroyed."
Jiang Hai's curiosity deepened. How could someone from such an organization be sent after him? Was it because of his oil futures? The thought made him narrow his eyes. He needed to make sure this woman didn't fall into the hands of the Americans. If they learned about his oil futures, he'd be in serious trouble. Though his futures were a kind of protection, he still had to be cautious in the U.S.
"Get her inside. I'll interrogate her later tonight," Jiang Hai instructed Bell, who nodded in understanding.
Using Jiang Hai as cover, Bell quietly dragged the woman into a room beneath the bed. When he emerged, the police had already taken control of the situation. Several fully armed officers were now approaching Jiang Hai.
"Hello, Mr. Jiang Hai," one of the officers greeted him as he came onto the deck, extending a hand. "I'm Captain Lauster Wilson of the Boston Coast Guard. I apologize for the disturbance."
Jiang Hai shook his hand calmly. "Hello, Captain Wilson. Can you explain what's going on?"
Wilson smiled awkwardly. "Mr. Jiang Hai, I have to admit you're an unlucky rich man. The ship is actually a refugee vessel, fleeing from Europe. They're illegal immigrants, and after encountering your ship, they panicked and caused a conflict."
"Refugee ship? There are refugees in Europe?" Jiang Hai asked, confused.
"Yes," Wilson explained. "Many refugees from regions like West Asia and Africa head to Europe. But recent events in Eastern Europe have caused chaos, with the strongest forces being the Soviet Union and various rebel groups. These refugees were expelled from other countries, and that's why they ended up here. After all, we're known for being a welcoming country."
Jiang Hai raised an eyebrow. He had heard of refugees and illegal immigrants before, but he hadn't realized how severe the situation had become. "I'm not concerned with why they're here. What I care about is the fact they were shooting at me with AKs. I expect a satisfactory explanation for that."
Wilson, sensing Jiang Hai's frustration, gave a quick nod. "Understood, Mr. Jiang Hai."
After a brief discussion, the situation was resolved. The police escorted the refugees to Boston, never once mentioning the woman from the ship. This struck Jiang Hai as odd. With her apparent high rank, why was she being ignored? It made him suspicious.
"These people really are refugees," Bell whispered, perhaps noticing Jiang Hai's doubts.
"How do you know?" Jiang Hai asked, curious.
Bell pointed out, "There are two reasons. First, they look exhausted, like they've been starving for days. Their faces are dull, and their muscles are loose. Second, there's no murderous aura about them."
Jiang Hai nodded, though his suspicion lingered. Even if they were refugees, it didn't explain the woman's presence or her potential ties to a covert operation. The armed people on the boat likely knew her identity, which meant Jiang Hai might still be targeted.
"Let's head back," Jiang Hai decided, his face grim. He turned and walked toward the cabin.
Maren Rupert took the helicopter back to the manor, while Bell remained behind. He'd never been on such a luxurious yacht before—it was certainly a new experience.