On the afternoon of the seventh weekend, today, Nathan decided to begin the assassination plan.

In order to hide his eyes, he first wore a multi-pocket vest for fishing, drove the buggy to the dock and docked, and got out of the car with two narrow black canvas bags, one of which had two pairs of fishing rods exposed at the top opening, and the other was fully enclosed with a full set of diving equipment and a sealed bag of cyanide jellyfish, and then Nathan chartered a small yacht.

Nathan steered the dinghy into the deep sea, stopping two nautical miles from his target surf area, and looking far away, there were no boats or swimmers drifting around, except for the seabirds soaring overhead, no one was aware of his presence, and it was a wonderful place to move.

Nathan fully dressed up in his snorkeling gear, wearing thick rubber gloves, and looked at the time on his waterproof watch, which was more than an hour before the target was infested, enough to dive through it himself.

He poured the bag of cyanide jellyfish into his diving backpack, the surface of which was covered with fine mesh gaps, which had good air permeability and enough oxygen for the cyanide jellyfish in the sea. He then zipped up his backpack, and the water in the backpack quickly seeped down to the dinghy deck, and before the sea water was completely lost, he pinched his nose and jumped into the sea, the water in the backpack was full again, and the cyanide jellyfish inside were moving in this small space.

The bright sun at three o'clock in the afternoon lit up the sea near him, and Nathan looked at the distance indicator on the spy diving watch, which showed the distance between him and the beach, and the readings were gradually decreasing, 1900 meters, 1500 meters, 1200 meters, 900 meters, 500 meters, it was close enough.

Nathan poked his head out of the water, took off his goggles, and stared into the distance, where as every weekend, the beach was filled with young women sunbathing, children building small castles and animal models out of sand on the beach, young people chasing them on quad bikes, a few wood-paneled beachfront shops selling chilled drinks and fresh fruit of all colors, and the smell of cumin powder seemed to be smelled from the barbecue restaurant next to the barbecue where smoke wafted into the sky.

But none of this is of Nathan's interest, he set his eyes on the wave area, looking at the crowd of surfers, searching for the shadow of the target, a wave more than one meter high, with a gentle slope and surging energy, rushing towards the direction of the beach, the first to enter his field of vision is a blue wakeboard with orange patterns, this is the same skateboard that the target has been using, but to his surprise, the owner of the skateboard looks much thinner, looking like a teenager of fifteen or sixteen, It seems that this skateboard is still quite popular.

Nathan's gaze continued to search ahead, and finally found the target, he was holding the sides of the surf skateboard with both hands, running from the beach towards the sea, the water gradually fell past his knees, he then pressed the skateboard to his chest, his body was prone forward, with the buoyancy of the skateboard, floating on the sea, using both hands as oars, sliding towards the wave area.

Nathan looked in the direction he was gliding in, already predicting where he was going, and spun around to sink his head into the water, diving to the bottom of the ocean and swimming towards the surf area.

Nathan entered the shallows, his vision gradually brightened, and he got closer and closer to the target, and he could almost see the surfers above him, drifting surfboards and dangling feet. He hibernated at the bottom of the ocean and removed the backpack from his back, slowly swam towards the bottom of the surf area, and then opened it, most of them were unharmed except for a few cyanide jellyfish that had died due to the crowding, and Nathan watched as the ocean of death danced its slender tentacles, propelled by the waves, and scattered in all directions, soon filling his field of vision.

After Nathan released the cyanide jellyfish, he coldly watched as the dark blue cyanide jellyfish spread towards the diving area, one of them touched the leg of an unfortunate surfer, he was stinged and bounced his leg away, and before he could retract it, half of his body lost consciousness, he felt that something was wrong, and shouted with all his strength: "There is a place in the water...", and finally before the word danger could be shouted, he collapsed in the water.

His shouts were heard only by the boy closest to him, who had first entered Nathan's field of vision, and he seemed to sense the danger, stopped trying to move towards the waves, and instead lay himself on his stomach on the skateboard, and paddled in the direction of the beach with the help of the propulsion of the waves, and escaped.

The rest of the group were not so lucky, unaware of the killing in front of them, and continued to do the same, either heading in the direction of the waves, ready to experience the thrill of surfing, or lying on their stomachs on their skateboards, suspended in the water to relax, including Nathan's goal.

Eventually, bright blue cyanide jellyfish filled the entire surf area, and when many of them were in shock or convulsions, floating on the water like sponges and being pushed to the beach by the waves, everyone finally realized the threat and screamed and fled for their lives in the direction of the beach.

Nathan's target joined the escape team in the confusion, he didn't care about his skateboard, he left it behind, and in the way he was best at freestyle, he quickly paddled in the direction of the beach, but at the moment when it bounced its left foot, it accidentally kicked a cyanide jellyfish floating beside him, and the other party fiercely pierced the spikes on his tentacles into his skin, his legs soon began to paralyze, he lost his propulsion, and only two or three strokes of his arms forward, and the whole person sank, It was submerged in the sea just over three meters deep.

When the people on the beach saw this, they did not know what was in the water, but they instinctively stood up and retreated uneasily, as if some terrible monster was in the water, ready to rush out and pounce on them.

A few brave young men saw the bodies of the victims swept up by the waves, and cautiously stepped forward and slapped them, but the other party froze there motionlessly, and the young men tried to touch the nostrils and chests of these bodies, but the vital signs were gone, and there was almost no possibility of drowning in the shallows.

Eventually, the young men finally found a common thread on these bodies: rows of red dots on different parts of their bodies, as if something in the water had bitten them, causing the current situation, and it was clearly beyond their ability to deal with this kind of thing, and one of the young men took out his mobile phone in his trouser pocket and called the emergency center of a nearby hospital.